I’m finding it very suspicious that November is over and it is December already. In fact, I’m pretty sure it should still just be October. Or even September.
But here we are, November is done, Thanksgiving is behind us, Christmas is on the horizon, and I wrote 50,239 words in November for NaNoWriMo. (My official word count on the site is higher because it includes 499 words written before the month started, and when I copied it my words in to the validator, I forgot to take those out. Whatever. I passed the 50K mark, and that’s all that counts). Scratch that: what counts is that I wrote 50,239 words. It doesn’t even matter that 30,000 of those are part of a story that I ended up abandoning.
The 20,000 words I have on the second story are more than I had 30 days ago, and I’m still excited to keep working on it.
I’m still a long way away from wanting to share with anybody, including my family, several of whom are dying to let me read…
Today was supposed to be a “take the day off from writing and make a tiger” day, but it also turned in to a “while I’m making this tiger, my brain is still bursting with ideas, so I guess I’ll make some notes and write 415 words” day.
All in all, I’d say it was a successful start to December, and that includes the fact that the Christmas tree is up, and I didn’t do any of the work.