Alrighty, I’m more or less midway through NaNoWriMo.
Do you guys know that I am basically a perfectionist? Have I ever mentioned it? If not, I am mentioning it now. I’m the sort of person who has honed my morning routine to a fine art, every waking-half-hour precisely the same as yesterday.
I will literally delete every character from the search bar if I’m entering in a search term or address and I hit the wrong key, just to retype it again. I will do this as many times as I need.
And my spelling is a thing of great importance to me. I’m not a “text speak” person. I don’t understand half the weird slang people create today.
This is what makes NaNoWriMo a source of slight woe for me. In the spirit of nailing 50,000 words, I’ve ditched my spelling along the way. My text is full of typos, of words with five extra letters and spontaneously-invented words which involved punctuation marks. Here is the secret: I am good at typing, but when it gets to the point where my fingers cannot keep up with my brain, that is when it all goes to custard. My work gets sloppy, which makes it very sad for someone who will agonize for hours and rewrite things by hand because I’m not satisfied with how something looks.
It seems to me that you can either type very s-l-o-w-l-y and perfectly, or very quick and messy. I would really like to have quick and perfect.
Then there’s the fact that I have loose ends all over the place and not enough time to smooth them all out because I’m racing myself to see how fast I can get finished. As a perfectionist, all these imperfect shenanigans are just enough to be annoying.
Luckily, that’s what December is for.