Words,
words, everywhere, yet none that seem to fit.
Words,
words, worthless ware… NaNo’s hard. I quit.
Struggling
with the English language? Finding it difficult to suss the perfect words from
the inept, not just in your novel, but in your explanations of NaNoWriMo?
You’re not alone. Here we are, more than three weeks into this crazy adventure
to which we have (once again and with masochistic glee) subjected ourselves,
and if you’re anything like me, you can’t help but consider how insufficient our
vocabularies can be. How clumsy and inadequate our phrasing in describing this
yearly ritual to anyone in the normal world, where staring at a blinking cursor
with your hands in your hair is seen for the demented exercise it certainly is.
How are we to explain why our socks don’t match, why we haven’t showered in
four days, or why our families are giving us such a wide berth that friends are
left questioning whether “WriMo” might be a euphemism for someone with a heavy
meth problem?
We
can say it’s a test of will. We can call it weary madness and ambition and SO
MUCH COFFEE. But that doesn’t cover it by half, does it? And what of the secret
to winning? If you were asked to condense the key to this month-long affair
into a single word, could you do it?
Luckily,
removing language barriers is one of the unspoken perks of being a veteran.
(Not really, but take the journey with me anyway. It’ll be fun.)