So I've been participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year, I'm a virgin to the whole process and I'm still not sure what to think about it. I think it's great to get my brain working, lord knows it needs a bit of warming up, but it is a lot of work. I'm starting my third week and I'm behind. The stats say I'll be done by Dec. 02, two days after the due date. So that means, I will lose. I hate losing. I like to win. I want the prize. But the prize isn't so great it is just the warm and fuzzy feeling that I hauled ass and made my way to 50k. No bells or whistles, just warm fuzzies, a dirty house, and kids who feel neglected by their mother.
I'm still plugging away, though, and even if my story pulls into the station a few days past the deadline, at least I have 50,000 words to work with for my next novel. Now, the next problem is deciding if those 50,000 words are any good . . .yikes!
I'm still plugging away, though, and even if my story pulls into the station a few days past the deadline, at least I have 50,000 words to work with for my next novel. Now, the next problem is deciding if those 50,000 words are any good . . .yikes!