A puzzling and disappointing Nanowrimo 2023. I made my fifty thousand words, but I lost track of time and forgot to upload and verify my manuscript by the deadline, so I don’t get my winner’s certificate and stuff. The purple bar on my profile there. For which I am hugely bummed.
I had joined up hoping for the fellowship of the experience, but it never materialized. Mostly my own fault. My region had several in-person write-ins, but I never got to them … because it’s hard to get me to do anything anywhere these days. Social anxiety. It ramps up around the holidays, there’s such an expectation to be vivacious and joyful damnit —
Anyway. The Nanowrimo website forums were pretty dead this year. There was some kind of horrible child-grooming scandal with the Young Writer Program message boards for kid writers, which was badly handled from what little I understand. So it’s no surprise people stayed away from the forums this year. Cause, ew.
I was planning to go to our local “thank God it’s over” party. But my brother wanted to see us. He is moving out of state, for good, this week. So that took precedence.
As for the actual writing, I made good progress on Majestic Seventeen, but it is far from done. People are telling me I have a trilogy on my hands. Did I mention that? Yeesh!
So, a strange and unsatisfying Nanowrimo. But I’m still going to buy the 2023 Winner T-shirt, because I did it, and I deserve it.
