(Spoiler alert: no, she didn’t)
So, 50’000 words in 30 days. 1667 words per day. Did I do it? Did I fuck.
I finished the 30th November on 24’000 words (well, 23’997, but who’s counting, right?). And, I’m gonna let you into a little secret.
Shh, come closer.
Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of cheated. And I don’t mean that I just wrote the same word over and over again 24 thousand times. I used the month to finish the project I was already writing, which is sort of frowned upon by NaNoWriMo purists. But writing is writing as far as I’m concerned, and if it means I am 24’000 words closer to the goal of getting a novel published, then I’m proud to be a cheat.
I am so close to finishing my book it’s got exciting again. I’m over the mid-point ‘I’m a total hack and everything I’ve written is garbage’ slump, and now I’ve got the finish line in sight. Well, I say the finish line, but it’s more like a triathlon and I’m about to emerge from a seven month swim, only to jump straight on a bike and cycle in to the editing velodrome, where I will go round and round in circles until I puke or pass out and fall off my bike. Then I just have the submissions marathon to run. It’s like a normal marathon, but instead of people cheering you on and giving you jelly babies, everyone is shouting ‘You’re shit!’ and throwing rocks at you.
I can’t wait.