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NaNoWriMo, or rather, writing during the month of November.

My goal for nanowrimo this year is to finish my novel that I have been writing. After all, this novel has been in progress for years because I procrastinate alot. So, I feel that it's time to finish it. After all, a novel shouldn't take too long.

Anyhow, after a week of constant writing at night,  my word count sucks but I can feel the story ending. My story has reached the last two arc. Soon, it will end.

The funny thing is, as much as I want to end, now that I am beginning to reach the end, I feel reluctant and not ready. I am not ready to let go of this baby. I find it funny and weird. My emotions are conflicting.

And nanowrimo so far has been interesting. Sometimes it's fun and nice to see the story progress. Other times it's hard because the word count is shit, the story is shit & the words that come out is shit. I also find it hard to balance my life because I have university in the day and I feel overwhelmed by its work. 

But I decided to write at night and I find it hard because sometimes I feel so tired after a day of classes. So, I end up feeling dissatisfied at both ends because I feel like I made no progress in my story and my schoolwork is not completely done.

However, it isn't all bad. Like someone said, during nanowrimo, it's the time where the story comes first. Nothing else matters and it can all wait. As a writer, putting the story first feels great as I feel like I am giving it the attention it deserves.

And it's always nice to see my story progress and unreveal itself eventhough sometimes I disagree with it. But watching my story grow and stir on its own is very wonderful. And it's what makes writing brilliant.

So for now, I have no regret in doing nanowrimo


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