Boy, oh, boy. Week eight already. I can only believe it ’cause the calendar tells me so. Wow!
Week ate…I play. I play.
There are less than 48 hours left in NaNoWriMo. Why I am not stopping all other writing in my life is beyond me.
Why I am not throwing up from anxiety is beyond me.
The truth: I did it. I fit writing, specifically for my YA novel, into my life EVERYDAY FOR THE PAST MONTH. Okay, give or take a day…but even on my day of not writing, I was thinking. And thinking counts. This is a huge thing. Writers write. And if they write everyday, and a lot with a common goal in sight, they can write A LOT. Finish projects. Finishing is key, right?
The NaNoWriMo word count is into the BILLIONS. That’s pure insanity. Insanity I completely understand and support on a daily basis.
So what happens next? I’ve never experienced life after NaNo, but I have a feeling if I don’t keep writing and finish my novel, then I’ll be feeling lost and empty.
Once I meet the November 30th at 12 midnight NaNoWriMo deadline, I will extend myself another. Deadline, that is.
Just under another month to FINISH the first draft of my novel.
And here, dear readers, is a treat. It’s the ‘working’ title of my YA novel. Wait for it.
SHOW ME YOUR SCAR
oooo. it’s out there now…
Enough already. Gotta go write it!