‘Saturday 6 December 2019.
‘It’s difficult to move on from NaNoWriMo. I can’t round it up, in my mind.
‘I thought it was terrible, really.
‘I’ve escaped from there by the skin of my teeth, and I don’t want to go back, not at the moment.
‘I didn’t want to send those 50,000-odd words up the validation spout, and then I couldn’t anyway because that part of the site was broken.
‘They had a poll and I said the lack of validation hadn’t spoilt my – experience – of NaNo, but, really – it needed to be there or people could make up any number they wanted.
‘I didn’t buy a mug.
‘By the end of it, I didn’t want a mug.
‘I didn’t want a t-shirt, but then I don’t wear t-shirts – I used to, back in the day, but I prefer blouses now (loose).
‘I hate to betray my age-group, but NaNo is for young people.
‘And I lost a lot of data because I didn’t manage the site very well.
‘But that doesn’t matter – I lost site-data, not my own – I still have my 50,031 words plus some – I’ve jotted into that Word document (where I have it) more words, directional words, reminder words as they have occurred to me after the end of NaNo.
‘NaNoWriMo is a money-making machine – but wait – it’s non-profit, isn’t it?
‘I don’t know how that works.
‘I have the words.
‘I don’t want to be too critical.
‘I have more words there, which are far-ranging due to the forced-march aspect of it – not just one novel-length there –
‘When I go back, I’ll keep what is there – the general organisation that it is – at arm’s length.