I haven’t posted in a while, and for I am sorry. But I’ve been busy preparing for and participating in this years National Novel Writing Month, best known as NaNoWriMo, or just NaNo, tout suite.
And now that it’s over, it’s only eleven months until the next NaNoWriMo, so start working on those outlines. I know this sounds funny, but if you’re like me, you already have an idea for NaNoWriMo ’17. And if you’re like me, you’ll probably change your mind about what to write somewhere around July, and then again near the end of September, and once more November 2nd. But this is not the time to prepare, but reflect. And so looking back on yet another NaNoWriMo experience, I’ve been reminded of one unexcapable fact.
Writing Is Hard And Fun
How many times have you heard or even said that writers write because we cannot not be writers? It’s true for any artist. We must create. If we were not doing NaNoWriMo, we’d be working on a short story or finishing yet another draft for another novel. NaNoWriMo just gives us all a mutual target.
And we all know that creating is pure joy, mostly, although sometimes barely. And yet we create, because there is a pleasure in it not determinable anywhere else. But the joy comes with tears because being creative is difficult. I mean much more than writing 50,000 words in 30 days is hard, but being an artist who makes something from nothing is problematical, at best.
And this hardness brings tears because we genuinely care about our product. We are truly angered when what we love so much appears to us as something quite ugly. If we didn’t care about our art, we would write garbage and be satisfied, or give up when to gets too hard. But we cherish our writing as a mother does her newborn, and we want nothing but the best for it. So when our baby hurts, we suffer, too. But we would not have it any other way.
The Only Way To Fly
As truly difficult as it is to be a creative writer, difficult even to the point of pain, we love being a writer because of the joy it brings on so many levels. Coming up with that perfect word, that most beautiful sentence, or the best-written paragraph we ever produced – these things brush the tears from our cheeks and turn the corners of our mouths up in a well satisfied smile.
We write because we have to, and we have to because we know first-hand of the unmitigated satisfaction that arises from getting it just right. And we know that there is nothing else under the sun that can bring about that sense of this-life fullness, and we cannot have it any other way. Maybe writing is fun because it’s hard, or hard because it’s fun. Either way, I’m grateful for NaNoWriMo, but if it were not there, I’d still be writing something else.
And now if you would excuse me, I need to start working on next year’s outline.