Well, there are only 9 days left in which to complete my novel. I am at 32,317 words. I’m hoping I’m going to make it.
If I sit down each night and pump out at least 2000 words I’ll do it. But, I’m wondering if I’ll be able to tie it all together in a mere 18,000 words.
And, I can’t believe I’m saying that.
Twenty-one days ago I didn’t think I had it in me to write this much, to keep a story going for this long. But, miracle of miracles, I have.
I won’t pretend that it’s all good — because I’m sure as hell it isn’t. But, I’ve managed to allow my characters to develop lives of their own, and I’m still not quite sure how they want those lives to finish. (They’re not going to die, they just need to tie up all the loose ends and let me get back to my regular life.)
And here’s the funny thing. Having done this challenge and proven to myself (oops, I’m being a little presumptuous, here) that I can write a novel, I don’t think I can go back to my ‘regular’ life. At least, I hope not.
I find that though I am looking forward to the end of NaNoWriMo — it is hard to sustain this pace, and I haven’t always been able to drag myself to the keyboard (I missed 2 days) — I am looking forward to ‘what comes next’.
If I can do this, I tell myself constantly, then I can find time every day to work on the many projects I’ve got tucked in drawers and file folders. I can pull out my notebooks and pluck one of the many ideas from off the pages and turn them into something.
And who knows? Maybe I’ll even see some of it published.
That’s what this challenge has done for me. I’m so glad I decided to take the plunge.