Well, November is over and so is National Novel Writing Month. The goal – write a 50K word novel in 30 days. I wrote 43,716 words. The old, and rather ridiculously competitive, me would have beaten myself up because I didn’t hit target.
You failure you!
But the even older, and thankfully much wiser Me is proud of hitting target in some other important ways like –
- Tackling my first work of fiction since college. “Good Googley-Moogley”, as Dad would have said!
- Mucking around in the recesses of my imagination where dinosaur-size dust bunnies lurk and creating story out of an obscure 17th century historical event that’s grabbed hold of my attention and won’t let go;
- Thrashing around with my characters (some fictional, some real ancestors), the scenes, the action, the “he said, she said” to wrestle out the beginnings of a plot;
- And, maybe most importantly, not giving up on those days when everything – the story, my brain and my confidence, had turned into the mush my characters would have eaten for breakfast!
With NaNoWriMo at an end, now comes the massaging and revising of this first raw draft of my novel, The Wethersfield Diaries. God willing and the creek don’t rise – I just might end up with a novel you’d enjoy reading one day.
But for now, I’m celebrating a win – 43,716 words and some serious personal growth.
Not a bad way to spend 30 days of my life.