Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Well, last night it happened: I officially crossed the finish line and wrote my 50,000th word.

It just doesn’t leave me with that giddy burst of satisfaction I thought I would, because although I’m done with NaNoWriMo, I still have a ways to go until I have a satisfactory draft of my novel.

(The entire last three chapters of my novel are more like outlines. They read like this: “this is the scene where Bob proposes to the monkey. This is the part where the monkey says ‘No’ and Bob is heartbroken and then runs away to Las Vegas, then meets Mandy the topless dancer. This is the part where the race car driver from Chapter 2 re-appears and throws a kink into the plot.” The End.)

I do have to say, though: there is something wonderful about having it all layed out — the whole shibang — beginning to end. And it may be dysfunctional, it may be incoherent, but goddam it, it has a start good start and a vague finish. And some fun stuff happens in the middle.

Kind of like life, I guess.
(Ah, shit. She didn’t just go there, did she?)
She did.


§243 · November 28, 2006 · NaNoWriMo · · [Print]

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