The end of NaNoWriMo 2020! Plus three days of not posting anything because I really needed sleep.
- November 30th Word Count: 94,889 words
- Total Mugs of Tea: …frankly, I’ve lost count.
- Nights writing after midnight: Perhaps a better question would be how many nights I didn’t write past midnight. Which I still can’t answer, but the number is small.
- Sanity/Mental Health: Had a few breakdowns. Too in love with writing to complain.
Yeah, I have no clue how a “this might have 50,000 words” idea got me to 94,000 words. The thing was rather like Pac-Man–you keep feeding it and can’t tell where it all goes because it doesn’t seem any bigger. I could probably find out, but there’s always this moment at the end of November where I’m scared to look back at what I’ve written. Because it might be fantastic! And it might be a gibbering pile of goo!
I was obsessively determined to finish the thing and write all the scenes. It took me until 11:59 p.m. on the last day to feel satisfied.
But to be perfectly honest…I was on the brink of tears at 12:00 a.m. December 1st. Not because of any logical reason at all. Just because of the rush of it all.
I think some part of me wasn’t ready for it to be over. Some part of me was ready to keep writing for another month, until everything was polished and poised and noveled just the way it should be.
The other part of me just needed sleep. And since I’d been ignoring the little voice saying so for a month, we decided to listen to her for a change.
I haven’t been writing for the last three days.
It’s been freakishly weird.
Twice, loved ones have made perfectly innocent snarky comments or jokes and I’ve pulled out my “I am still not over NaNoWriMo” card so they don’t ask me to react. Or respond in any sensible way.
Considering one friend compares my NaNo experience to a drug habit, they’ve given me a nice amount of space to grieve or compose myself or celebrate or whatever it is that I’ve been doing.
Short answer is that 50,000 words probably is enough to tackle in one month. Write more at your own risk.
Still, at the end of my university responsibilities next week, I have every intention of plunging back in. My urban fantasy characters are complaining about how little they’ve seen me. And yes, I miss them too.
In other words…
A fictional character informed me I’d be spending Christmas with them because he knows how little time I spend taking care of myself (hence 94,000 words and minor emotional breakdown). And while we’re at it, we might as well see how urban fantasy wizards celebrate holidays. It’s uncharted territory for me, and while it might be absolutely pointless, I’ve got a feeling it should be entertaining. Likely to the degree that I won’t be “invited back.”
Happy December, everyone.