it just might be a novel, after all.
It's day 15 of NaNoWriMo, and I just passed the halfway mark with 25,322 words!
The writing, thus far, has been exciting and inspiring, but to tell you the truth, it's also just as exhausting. I have aches and pains and nervous ticks I never knew I had, because my whole body and mind seems to be centered on my story. This is both good and bad. Mostly good, I think.
Two more weeks of complete reclusiveness, and then it'll be semi-reclusiveness, because I'll still be writing and editing and re-writing and editing and re-writing...
It's time, however, to go home tonight.
The writing, thus far, has been exciting and inspiring, but to tell you the truth, it's also just as exhausting. I have aches and pains and nervous ticks I never knew I had, because my whole body and mind seems to be centered on my story. This is both good and bad. Mostly good, I think.
Two more weeks of complete reclusiveness, and then it'll be semi-reclusiveness, because I'll still be writing and editing and re-writing and editing and re-writing...
It's time, however, to go home tonight.