Thirty-days: 51,471 words!!
I wrote a novel in 30 days. Now I’m going to print it out and put it aside. I still have to proof ready #2, you know.
I did learn a valuable lesson about NaNoWriMo. Just because MY word count says 51,471 words doesn’t mean the people at NaNo will count 51,471 words. In fact, my final count only registered 49,283 words from them!
In an absolute state of panic I started writing again. It was 11:30 pm and the contest ends at 11:59. I didn’t know what to do, so I slipped on my term paper writing hat and imagined myself in my Victorian Literature class. Once I was there, I did what I was forced to do in that horrendously boring college class – I made crap up.
That’s right! Novel #3 is finished, complete with an inappropriate, in no way related epilogue that describes the stupid wedding of my main characters. It has nothing to do with the plot. It doesn’t nothing to enhance the plot. I only did it to reach that stupid word count!
My final tally (according to my word processing program) is 52,374. I’ll be deleting the last 900 words. I mean, really, how cohesive and relevant can those 900 words be? I puked them up in FIFTEEN MINUTES! Thank God for my mad typing skills.
So anyway, here I am. It’s 12:02 am and my novel is done. I don’t want to look at it for a year. At least. I don’t know if I’ll ever do this again, but I did it once, and I’m proud of myself.
I’m going to start petitioning a new national novel writing month. November is just too busy. Mom’s birthday, hubby’s birthday, wedding anniversary, thanksgiving with my fam, then with hubby’s fam. That’s one week GONE! Everyone else may have written a novel in 4 weeks, but I did it in THREE (and a crazy fifteen minutes).
Whew. I’m pooped. I’m going to bed. Keep looking for more updates!