Hello, faithful readers! I finished my novel. I don’t just mean my word count goal, I legitimately finished my novel at 50,203 words. And I’m very proud of myself. I think that after you finish a novel it is okay to be proud of yourself. After finishing a novel in a month, though, it should be expected. There was weak celebration from everyone I told, but no one truly grasped what I was feeling. This is the first novel I’ve finished. True, I’ve finished three novellas in the past, but this is an actual novel. I am an actual novelist!
Unfortunately for me, NaNoWriMo was bazaar. It didn’t go as I had planned. When does it ever? Let me give you the general run down of how it went for me.
Pre-NaNoWriMo: I planned. No, really, I did. I planned for several stories, in fact. I didn’t like any of them. I didn’t know anything about my story when I sat down on November 1st.
Week One: I expected smooth sailing, and I got what I planned for. It was easy, and I built up a nice word cushion. My word count goal was 40,000 words.
Week Two: I expected it to be harder. It wasn’t. While everyone else was struggling through the danger that is week two, I managed to stay in week one mode. At the end of this week, I switched my goal to 50,000 words. I was still ahead.
Week Three: I had to take a few days off of writing to go to the land by the sea (I could have visited Kirsten!) for family stuff. I knew I was going to be behind when I got home. I was. Week three was week two for me. It was awful, and I didn’t want to write at all.
Week Four: It was still pretty bad during week four. I did the NOW (Night of Write) on November 26th, and managed to get ahead. Barely. From there I stayed just where I needed to. And then, yesterday, I started writing. And I kept writing. And writing. And writing. Until I finished. I wrote an epilogue that was so wonderful. I almost cried when I wrote “The End”. And then I danced like crazy. I didn’t shout or squeal because there were other people in the house.
There you have it. My weird experience in NaNoWriMo. What I find funny is that last year I lowered my word count goal 10,000 words, and this year I raised it 10,000 words. I guess it all evens out in the end.