Today, I am quitting NaNoWriMo. And I don't even feel bad about it. Why? Why am I quitting or why don't I feel bad? Same answer. It did the trick - it got me through the stickiest part of the revision and now it isn't neccessary. I'm starting to feel bad because I'm so behind in hours - going to Saint John to do the Healing Circle, real paying work, driving kids thither and yon, being on the writing panel yesterday - I'm five days behind and can't catch up. So I'm quitting. I'm having a little party to celebrate. Want to come?
I think it is important to have celebrations when one is suffering from some disappointment or discouragement. I mean heck, who needs a big party when you get a raise or get married or have a brand new house. I never did get why hotels gave newly-weds, who would hopefully be glad to sleep together on a straw mattress on the floor they're so mad for each other, the big ole 'honeymoon suite'. There should be a room for those who have almost forgotten why they got together in the first place - the 'reviving jiving suite' I'd call it. So let's celebrate my giving up in true Queen of Chaos style. Bring all your quittings, your tired masses of discouragement, your failed attempts at things you weren't even sure you wanted and we'll have us one heck of a whoop-de-do. Spread the word.