I’m so tempted. Each year I do it, I look at what I’ve produced, file it away, and swear never to do NaNoWriMo again.
The problem is that it’s quite good fun, and it actually gets me writing. Of the eight years I’ve attempted it so far, I have “succeeded” seven times (which means I’ve written 50,000 words in the month).
This year has been a lazy year for me, and I’ve written very little. I have several pieces of writing at the “nearly finished” stage, but nothing that really grabs me, and makes me desperate to finish and edit it. And this is my perennial problem. I fall out of love with my writing, I think the stories are too trite and tedious, and the writing lumpy and pedestrian. And so … nothing gets finished.
However, I have an idea for a story, combining my love of cycling with a desire to tell a story in the psychological thriller genre.
I’m re-registered on the NaNoWriMo site, and girding my loins. This time, it will be good.