Dear Novelist,
You did it.
Despite everything else going on in your busy life, you managed to pull off the creative coup of writing a 50,000-word novel in just one month.
When the going got tough, you got typing, and in four weeks, you built vast worlds and set them in motion. You created characters; quirky, interesting, passionate souls with lives and loves and ambitions as great as yours. You stuck it out through the notoriously difficult middle stretch, and pressed onward as 80% of your fellow writers dropped out around you.
And now look at you: A NaNoWriMo winner. And the owner of a brand-new, potential-filled manuscript. It’s an amazing accomplishment, and we’re proud to have had you writing with us this year.
So, yes, it’s done. Well, the 50K words, anyway. I now have almost 100 pages of stuff to wade through, rewrite, whatever. And if I hadn’t done NaNoWriMo, I would have 0 pages.
Now to figure out what’s next. First, a celebratory beverage.
I think I will post it, serialized by section (it came apart in my hands, I swear!), and see what to make of it.
It feels good to be done, to be able to stop staring down the barrel of a daily quota, but at the same time, it’s hard to think about stopping cold. It’s worth following up on this. My average output was 1785 words/day: that would be hard to keep up and I have no intention of trying.
Look for the first installment December 1.