So I wrote 50,000+ words in a month. Which I suppose is something. However, this did not result in a novel or even a serviceable draft. But I met the bar for my participation certificate. Which is great I suppose.
My pug, however, is not impressed. It is my general impression that a mere mortal like myself cannot write an epic fantasy in 30 days. Not even a serviceable draft. But I can write a lot of words that represented ideas that I can cobble together over time into the desired tale I wish to produce.
Congratulations to all those who challenged themselves in this year’s NaNoWriMo.
So we are in the home stretch of 2016 which will be known as “The Year That Shall Not Be Named” The best way to keep everything in perspective is our pets, the best of friends. Obviously. All decent people can unite around our precious furry friends. They never care who you love, who you vote for, or what you look like. They even forgive us our deplorable lack of fur. And they think everything we say is wonderful and important.
I emerge from a weekend of writing feeling hopeful. I did not much add to my word count, but I finally knocked my internal editor out until such time as December 1st emerges. I think I will get this draft knocked out during NaNoWriMo. It will be rough but I have it on authority that December and January are excellent for editing. Take care everyone. Soldier on.
So I am about to disappear and be devoured by my WIP, starting over at word 1 and trying to get to word 125K or so and write The End. A full draft in a month. Can this even be done? Well, I am about to find out.
Good luck to everyone else trying this insanity.