It Is Finished.


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.


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