If there’s a book you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it. – Toni Morrison
As I discussed a few weeks ago, November is National Novel Writing Month. And it has once again come to an end.
It went quite well for me this year. I hit 50,000 words on Thanksgiving, and came to the end of the story Saturday. My characters mostly cooperated, and I’m fairly pleased with how the story turned out, especially for a first draft.
Things did keep happening in the wrong order. For example, at one point, I needed a certain character to have some screen time (page time?), and ended up with a big, important plot development that belonged at the end instead of the middle where I was writing it. And since I was writing by hand, I couldn’t just go back and add large chunks of text. But I can fix that as I type it up.
It was quite an enjoyable story. And there were bits that made me think, “Oh. Ha. Yes. I’m clever.” That’s always an excellent feeling.
It feels odd to no longer be carrying around a notebook and writing during every spare moment.