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| Climbing a mountain is tough. Don't be too hard on yourself if it takes a while. |
Writing a novel, for me, sometimes feels like the ultimate
challenge: it’s climbing Everest; it’s running a marathon; it’s the Iron Man Triathlon.
It’s a ‘one man against the elements’ kind of thing. When I’m at my computer, there’s nothing but
my own skill and determination to fight on through, to carry on, to make it to
the end. And it’s tough, make no mistake:
novels are long, and the task needs due respect and consideration if you’re
going to make it.
You wouldn’t turn up at the start line for the London
Marathon with no preparation, or expect to finish it in half an hour. If you go with that mentality, it will punish
you.
Nanowrimo annoys me for this reason: to sell the idea that
someone can produce a piece of work worth anything in a month is deceitful, at
best. Besides, the 50,000 words required
by Nanowrimo is not novel-length, by my reckoning. (For example, The Curious Incident of The Dog in the Night-Time (Haddon, 2003) weighs in at 71,000 words, and that’s not all that long.)
Although, I admit, perhaps it’s people actually sitting down
and finishing something in a month that annoys me, whilst I’ve been working on
the same project for close to three years.
I work in Higher Education these days, with students
producing theses of 80,000 words. That’s
more like it. They have 3-4 years to
produce this work, with a lot of support from supervisors and fellow students. Writers like me, on the other hand, are producing that amount of work alone.
Be proud of being a novel writer, even if you never get
anything published. Not every marathon
runner gets a medal, but those who finish achieve something most only dream of.
Keep writing.
