I have often complained about my education as a journalist ruining my ability to write anything longer than 400 words. Journalists value concise narrative. Just the bare bones. My literary heroes, Ernest Hemingway and Stephen Crane, came out of journalistic careers and redefined 20th century novels as modern works of minimalism. Secretly, I wanted to be their heir — a novelist who wrote like a journalist. Then, NaNoWriMo screwed up everything.

I approached this month looking at the 50,000 word goal much like a cockroach would look upon Mount Everest. It was an impossible task — 125 times longer than anything I was accustomed to writing. I didn’t want to get through my whole story in 20,000 words and feel inadequate, so I made a detailed outline and unleashed my inner Tolstoy. Elegant descriptions of a gutted supermarket and the flight of a pair of ravens flowed forth from a well of verbosity hidden deep within me. The number of adjectives in my prose skyrocketed. In my desperation to not go too quickly, I overdid it.

I am now 12,507 words into my novel — a quarter of the way to the goal — which would be great if I wasn’t still in Chapter Three, with eight characters and 14 major plot points left to introduce. I went from a streamlined, minimalist writer to taking 500 words to describe a train in just two weeks. Now, there’s nothing wrong with a longer novel (50,000 words is technically a novella, anyway), but I don’t see myself finishing 75,000 words by November 31st and I don’t know how much motivation I’ll have when everyone else has happily typed “The End.”

To write the whole thing as outlined or trim some of the fat. That is the question. Never before have I suffered from writing too much. What I would give to have this problem when writing term papers. What to do, what to do…

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