Oh how liberating.
I quit NaNoWriMo! Yippee! I missed the precious time it stole from my blog, and it was naught but a tiresome chore on my part and my novel was ghastly. I had lots of good reasons, you see. I quit for myself, for the greater good of novels and novelists everywhere and for the aliens.
I'll get back to you on how this benefits the aliens. As soon as they get back to me.
Are you a quitter? I often am. It's one of my worse qualities. I usually only quit on myself though. If someone else is counting on me, I'll keep at it. I'm a coward who likes to avoid conflict.
I think there is something to be said for knowing when and how to quit and when and how to keep going, even when the going gets tough.
When to call it quits though? For me, it's time to stop when it's not helping anyone anymore and the pain has no purpose. This describes my NaNoWriMo novel perfectly.
Free at last. I gave it a week of my life. Tried and failed. C'est la vie. A part of me screams to get back up and try again!
But most of me knows when to quit.