I’m in a very malade state of mind.
For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, Malade in French means Sick/ Unwell/ Diseased.
Yes, I am sick and recovering, whichever. I don’t feel like crap now but I wouldn’t mind feeling better.
So far, I can’t say that I’m utterly upset that my manuscript sounds like crap because I think that that’s what NaNoWriMo is supposed to be. Getting your butt up to do something, anything and then working from it there.
Hence to people who think I’m wasting my time because they think NaNoWriMo has no credibility in terms of writing, I’d just have to say this:
I have a 50,000 manuscript to work on after a month. At least I didn’t have to wait three years to get out a chapter.
And that, my friends, is the essence of NaNoWriMo. Imperfect in such a perfect way.