. . .That I officially “won” NaNo? Cuz I did. Oh, the piece I wrote is a horrid thing, taking graphically violent twists here and there (which I’m still blaming on my lack of sleep and general frustration with being “rushed,” though those are probably some of the strongest passages in the “book”) and often dragging through tedious, meaningless dialogue, but I met my goal of 50k words in one month.
Oddly enough, my life felt somehow emptier after NaNo. Hubby suggested that this was because I am a restless person. Normally, I would contest this as a dirty lie, because I’m quite fond of believing I’m a laid-back gal, but, alas, he was accurate (at least on this count! I still maintain that I do NOT sound like Cher when I sing!)
So I devised a plan. If I could write 50k of crap, could I not, perhaps, write 20k of workable material? 1k a day, that’s my motto, 1k per workday. In theory, it means my novel draft will be finished by January.
Hubby also spilled the beans (Oh! It’s a punny, but you can’t understand it yet–) that he’s getting me an espresso maker for Christmas (Get it? Beans? Espresso beans? So punny!). Just in time for the New Year–and my novel revisions! *fingers crossed*
Congrats! And it seems that after quite a few years of marriage, the hubby knows you well.