I failed National Novel Writing Month 2014. Again. For like the 5th straight year. Didn’t even come close. And, yet, I don’t care. Nope. Not even a little.
In November, I have finished the following:
- Editing 18 stories for a Sixfold Competition
- Put together my initial list of agents I want to submit to.
- Researched those agents in detail.
- Composed, edited, trashed, rewritten, revised (over and over and over) a Synopsis. That first attempt was like 12 pages. Now it’s ~500 words. And, I’m fairly sure, it makes sense.
- Researched how to write a Query (see: read hundreds of attempts by others, a few successful, and countless documents on How To.)
- Realized my first attempts at a Query were horribly misguided and started from scratch.
- Written a Query. Well, actually, see Synopsis details for that one. Because, the Query is much harder and I’m not even close to being satisfied that I’ve figured it out.
- Wrote 8,000 words for NaNoWriMo.
- Wrote two book reviews.
- Figured out how to use Dragon Naturally Speaking effectively. (Oh, HELL YES!)
- Posted all my posts in a timely fashion (though, my friend might disagree with my definition of timely).
Not all of that falls under the guise of “writing” in the sense that I didn’t sit down and put 50,000 fresh words to paper, but damn, if that’s not rewarding. So, yes, I failed NaNoWriMo, but I did a lot of other stuff related to publishing and bettering my craft. There’s no way you convince me that’s a lost month.