Every time you blog about National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo), you're wasting words. Your friends page has to read those words. Repetitive. Depressing. Self-recriminations. Details of weekends spent in front of the computer. Sure, we don't get out, either, but at least we're able to watch YouTube videos without guilt.
As your online friend, we have to read about your attempts to spit out a 175-page story for THIRTY LONG DAYS. If you don't mind brainstorming a little, imagine how interesting it would be to stand there, watching you tapping away. Now, picture that boredom enhanced by pathetic paragraphs describing your efforts. Said paragraphs inevitably contain doubt, worry, and compliment-fishing, while lacking both hope and discernable plans for resolution.
If you have a novel in you, great. We don't expect to contribute to it, and honestly, have a hard enough time finding good fiction at the book megastores. Ergo, we'll plan to read your novel long after the month is over, if at all (*cough*never*/cough*). Perhaps a few novels we've read are results of all this hair-pulling-teeth-gnashing-via-blog. Perhaps not.
The number of pro-nanowrimo communities is in the hundreds. Communities for plot, communities for special-interest novelists (slash, scifi, porn). If you want to exascerbate your carpal tunnel outside of the 50k, do it there. If you need to vent about the direct link between word count and your self esteem, there HAS to be a specific community for you. Please save the details of what is simply a month-long personal writing exercise for your pitiable significant other/cat. Aw, pookie, you feel slighted? Have I cast aspersions on your typing abilities? Have a hug (see the cat), cowgirl/boy up, word count does not dictate your worth, ok, maybe it's inversely proportional.
This community is a place for NanoFriends to b*tch about the writer-empowering nature of the blogosphere. Hate Nanowrimo? Tell Us About It!