So, I finished the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I didn’t write every day and in fact, went on a four day vacation and never wrote on weekends except the final day. I’m not bragging. I made the commitment without even realizing what the contest was to be honest. But it ended up being like Weight Watchers. There’s something about getting on that scale in front of another person. I made the commitment and so it ate at me. I thought for sure I wasn’t going to finish many times but I didn’t let the feeling get me down. I would wake up thinking about it. The final day, I wrote just about 8,000 words. I was so excited. It brought me to the finish. I wondered if that was like a professional writer’s word count. Whatever it was, I sat and wrote until I finished. Really proud.
My first book was over 180,000 words so this one is a good start to another book but I think I want to take a break from it. It’s hard because I feel dedicated to it now and stopping in the middle of a story is annoying. I have more to say. It’s like pausing a movie and going to the bathroom. Upon returning, the movie doesn’t get turned off, it’s continued. But I feel like there’s no need to continue with my life story in the form of a novel if I can’t get the first one sold. So, I think I’m going to stop and try and do some short stories. That’s my plan today anyway.