There’s only one more week left. Time has both flown and dragged, NaNoWriMo (or any challenging period of time) has a way of doing that. I’ve got my eye on the finishing line, and I believe I’m going to make it. The thing is, to finish this, there are a lot of other things that are probably going to fall by the wayside, because it’s important to me. It’s always been difficult for me to justify prioritising art, but over time I’ve begun to accept that the work it takes is worth it. To claim I am taking this time, everything else can wait is brave. It’s stressful watching other tasks pile up, but with every passing minute we’re closer to the end of it, and every word is precious. It’s not useful to question whether this novel is worth it, or whether or not I have something of value to contribute. Write the words, do the work and then you can begin the process of combing through the word rubble to see what’s shaken out. NaNoWriMo isn’t about making something perfect, it’s about writing 50,000 words and that is what I’m going to do. One of the best pieces of advice I could give right now is to protect your time. But if life blows up around you and you can’t do it, please forgive yourself. It doesn’t mean you can’t write, or that you’ll never finish a project. National Novel Writing Month is a great excuse to try something that’s frankly a bit mad, but you can start writing a novel on December 1st. I won’t tell.