I may not be participating in NaNoWriMo, but this first week of November has been heaven for me as a writer. As of now, I’ve written 2,670 words this week — that’s my quota, plus the 500 I wanted to make up, plus 170 more. I could dance!
What did all this require?
Unfortunately, I did end up sacrificing a lot of time that could have — and possibly should have — been spent on school work. When I should have been writing papers, I wrote chapters. When I should have been planning lessons, I instead planned out scenes that were completely different from my original outline.
Do I regret it?
I can’t say that I won’t, but at the moment I most definitely do not. Life has been so hectic lately that I actually was on the verge of forgetting that I am first and foremost a writer. As much as I enjoy teaching, it will always come second in my heart, for the simple reason that books exist; novels exist; language, in all its passion and fury, in all its medley of shape and color, in all its complex beauty and simple purpose, exists.
Who can deny such a force when it tries to break free?