This post is very short and boring, because everything that applies to the midway check-in still applies. I wrote every day, it was an effort sometimes, I’m glad I made the effort because I got more writing done than normal.
BUT I do have one more observation to note—I haven’t written as much fiction as normal this year, probably due to a number of factors that I don’t want to get into here. However, over the course of November where it hasn’t been a matter of if I’ll write but rather what I’ll write about, I started getting inspired by things again, the way I used to. I read about various historical events and wanted to incorporate them into a novel, I’d listen to a song and relate it to a character I was developing, I even blocked out the vague shape of a series that had been largely theoretical up until that point.
I think trying to be consistently creative can sometimes make you forget something that I think most people trying to seriously develop a creative skill d know—the more you persist, the more inspiration you will find. Even if you’re in a sweeping, melodramatic high art mood (a bit hard in Australian summer weather, when I have my hair scraped back as much as I can sweating into a hole-filled promotional t shirt five sizes too big, but I manage)—
—where creativity feels like a mystical fountain you have to go on an epic quest to reach, it really isn’t. Writing or creation of any kind is something you can practice, and get better at. Even if November is just my yearly reminder of that, I think NaNoWriMo is a valuable exercise to prove again, of necessary, (in my case, at least, it unfailingly is) that waiting for inspiration or perfect circumstances is a trap that you should do your best to avoid.