I Don’t Know What a Novel Is So I Didn’t Participate in NaNoWriMo
I don’t know what a novel is because I never read one.
NaNoWriMo seems to be for improving our writing and making us consistent, but I don’t know what a novel is, let alone how to write it.
I can search it on Google and get the idea, but sometimes it’s better to be ignorant.
I always wanted to be a non-fiction author. I never want to write a novel (just the title Novel Writer too feels like someone is shattering my bones). I want to be a noble person.
I couldn’t participate in NaNoWriMo. That didn’t feel good to me.
After a lot of crying and wondering I missed out and getting into an identity crisis, I took one challenge on November 3rd: write and publish 50 Medium articles on November, doesn’t matter the length.
I thought I can never do that. But I did it.
I didn’t count my published articles until yesterday, November 30th.
When I learned about Medium short-form posts, yesterday itself, I tried one. I was addicted. I tried 4 more.
I wrote 5 short-form posts yesterday — all are 1-min-read.
I had nothing to write about after that. With fear, I counted.
Surprising, it was exactly 50 articles.
When your identity is on stake, you do it, and it gets to exact, even if you don’t count it.
That’s the lesson I learned not participating NaNoWriMo.
I don’t regret missing NaNoWriMo now.