I woke up this morning and knew what my decision was, after having debated the issue before going to sleep last night. Not only won’t I be doing NaNoWriMo this year, last year will probably have been my last one. No matter how well I plan ahead, taking days off from writing, not pushing myself beyond my physical limits, NaNo is stressful, enough so that I always end the month burned out and unable to write again until I get my energy back. With one nearly-finished novel long overdue for completion and the most important book of my life barely started, I can’t afford the loss. My physical capacity is less each year and this year, I’ve really felt it. So that’s it for NaNo, probably forever.
It was a good run that taught me a lot, but other than cranking out one more novel, I’ve probably squeezed out all the juice that NaNo had to offer. I’ll miss it, but not the stress and anxiety.