As of 11 PM last night I became the proud owner of a 50,123 word steaming slag heap of a first draft novel. Yipee.
So ends my NaNoWriMo adventure. What am I left with? Let’s call it the Winchester Mystery House of bad literature…hundreds of passages leading nowhere.
I do have to say that this time I feel like I have a complete narrative and a character arc. So maybe I can still make something out of this…possibly a hat, a brooch or a pterodactyl.
But right now. I need. A nap.