That’s kind of what it felt like. I won because I put down the 50K words, but I’m not satisfied with the story. It will probably be a while before I come back to it because honestly, the whole thing ticks me off. I want to print it out so I can hold it in my hands and yell at it.
Don’t even try to tell me you’ve never felt like that.
The whole business of writing is weird, isn’t it? NaNoWriMo is a great act of discipline, but I think we can all agree it’s about quantity, not quality. Writing 50K in a decentrough draft is more impressive, though. Unfortunately, the conditions in my brain and in my life weren’t lining up this time so it was a lot more of a chore than usual.
All of writing is like that. There are times when things work. There are times when they don’t. There are times you force yourself to write and in the end, have to delete your forced words as unreadable. There are times when those words are just as good as the rest of the novel, too.
There are a million factors that create a book. Not all of them are in the writer’s control. The true task is never stopping the flow of words.
Man, I’m deep.