The Comfort of Quitting

My niece Laura took this picture

I quit.

I quit trying to “win” NaNoWriMo.  Winning would have meant writing 50,000 words of a so-called novel in the 30 days of November.   I started off strong, believing that this was my “winning” year.  As of a few days ago, I have put away NaNoWriMo writing for 2010.  Quitting means that, for the fifth year in a row, I have played and not won.

My inner Pollyanna has struggled a little bit this time in her efforts to turn quitting into winning.  She’s a persistent one, though, and has declared that, indeed, I quit one thing so I could win:  
  • The opportunity to spend three whole days, and two partial days, with my daughter, son-in-law and grandson.
  • Some deliciously long conversations with cherished friends and family.
  • A few sacred, unencumbered days to walk with a family through the death of their 45 year old relative.
  • The joy of writing and writing and writing on the so-called novel, and now I have won back the joy of a more relaxed writing schedule for sermons, blog posts, and whatever else I want to write.
  • Some much-needed goof-off time.  Did I say much needed?
And … I won the once-in-a-lifetime chance to make 2011 the year I win NaNoWriMo for the first time!

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