So, if I haven’t mentioned this before, I will mention it now: I’m a published children’s author, but I’ve written a couple of novels as well. They’re still in the editing phase, but they’re written. Every year for the last two year’s I’ve done National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). It’s a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel from start to finish by November 30. Granted, I’ve never actually “won” NaNoWriMo and finished the entire novel, but I’ve come close. I always thought that once I was finished with school and had more free time I would be able to do better.
Even though I’ve never hit the word count, I’ve at least made it to the end of the month before with about 30,000 words. This November is just a total disaster though. I was off to a great start at the beginning of the month. I was getting my daily goal of 1,667 words with little trouble, and for a few days I was ahead of the game. Then, BOOM: stiffness and horrible pain in my fingers and wrists. I guess I’m just not used to typing that much anymore.
I tried everything to make my fingers work. Liniment oil worked for the pain, but didn’t help much with stiffness. My medication didn’t do much better. Google and WebMD provided me with some stretching exercises that felt great for awhile, but overall there was no permanent solution. I kept writing, but my daily word count was dwindling. I haven’t touched my novel in days.
I’ve disappointed myself. It’s been a year since my official diagnosis, and I wanted to use this novel to prove to myself that I’ve made progress. But like everything else in my life, I realize that sometimes it’s just not possible to keep up with other people. I need to pace myself to avoid having to admit defeat. So, I’m going to set my own goal. I’m just going to write something, anything, every day. I’m thankful that I have the ability to write and to write well, and it’s not a talent I want to waste. Even if it’s only a paragraph, I will be happy. Because it’s not about quantity as much as quality, right?