Every year in November, I quickly sign up for NaNoWriMo, the mantle for writers. For you who do not know of this illustrious event, it is the time when desperation is held close to all those who have a novel within that must now be forced out.
It is the write your book in the thirty days of November push. And, for the last 5 years, I have tried to do just that. But, even as I say I do my best work under pressure, for some reason, I can never get past a few miserly and terribly created chapters. Now, why is that?
Perhaps, it is a metaphor for life. For as we force ourselves to hastily run from task to task, from relationship to relationship, from job to job, there is little satisfaction in the running, only a sense of being in a race, we do not enjoy or have the fortitude to hold out until the end. We duck into an alley, eating something forbidden, waiting for a chance to sneak back into the game close to the finishing point.
Okay, here is the Boomer wisdom. Stop doing stuff or attempting to get pleasure from things that others have said you would enjoy or provide a sense of accomplishment. Do what brings you joy in a way that does not hurt/belittle/demean others. Write your life’s story in a way that satisfies you and makes you smile. Let nothing force you into mediocracy. Even if the world screams that it is good for you. Sometimes, the world is wrong. And, besides, this is truly your life. Live it with joy. Write your novel. Perhaps, not all in November, There are eleven other months left you know.
Boomer wisdom says write the chapters of your life in a way that you will feel the same excitement/thrill/happiness your readers will experience. After all, your story is a masterpiece.
Blessings to you all!