Boo yah! It is November 30. After 30 days and nights of writing, writing, writing, I am officially the winner of National Novel Writing Month. Bring on the victory dance.
Ok, so winner may be a slight exaggeration in the true sense of the word. But that's what they told me when I copied and pasted my new novel on their website. So I'm going to go with that. How often in life do we get to be winners?
"Ahhhhhhh..." That is one seriously long breath of relief. I've shirked responsibility. I've let dust bunnies form. I've ignored my husband. My kids think my laptop is just another appendage to my body. My Christmas decorations are still in their boxes. I'm four weeks behind on ironing (sorry, honey, you're just going to have to wear a polo shirt again). My "to be filed" pile is more like a mountain. BUT, heck with it all, I just cranked out 50,000 words in 30 days.
It was super hard and super fun at the same time. Now I could go on and on about how difficult it was, how I had to miss out on some November fun because "I have to get my words in for the day." Honestly, though, I think I've got carpal tunnel syndrome, I need to catch up on about 100 hours of sleep, and my favorite TV shows have been piling up in Hulu.
Don't worry, I'm not taking a long break from writing. On Monday, I'm starting a month long venture of agent/publisher querying for my first book, Remembrandt. Then in January I'll be back to the grindstone for my second book--finishing it off and beginning the process of editing.
Until then, I'm setting my laptop aside, putting my feet up, and flashing a smile because I'm a WINNER.