gloat gloat gloat
You Won!
So it's official.
Our word-counting robots have analyzed your November novel, and they've delivered their final, binding assessment: Winner.
You did it! You did it! You did it!
This was, without a doubt, one of the hardest years on record for NaNoWriMo participants. At some point in the literary marathon, most of your fellow writers fell by the wayside. They lost their books to work, to family, to school, and to the hundreds of other distractions and interruptions that tend to shutter creative undertakings like NaNoWriMo.
But not you. Not this year.
This November, you set out with the ridiculously ambitious goal of bringing an entire world into existence in just 30 days. When the going got tough, you got writing. Now you're one of the few souls who can look back on 2007 as the year you were brave enough to enter the world's largest writing contest, and disciplined enough to emerge a winner.
We salute your imagination and perseverance. The question we ask you now is this: If you were able to write a not-horrible novel in 30 days, what else can you do? The book you wrote this month is just the beginning.
From here on out, the sky's the limit.
50282 words. Oh glorious, glorious 50282 words. I feel proud, like someone’s mum, except it is myself I am proud of. I spent something like eight and a half hours writing today, probably something around ten hours if you include my frequent breaks, during which I was able to write 13262 words. Bloody hell, I am one disciplined and determined girlie. I can’t believe I wrote than much in a single day. I swear, my hips have been dislocated from my body, I am hunched over in a permanent slouch and I fear after ten hours of listening to the Counting Crows’ August & Everything After on repeat I will never get the songs out of head, but oh my Davey, I did it. I wrote 13262 words and I am about two or three chapters close to finishing Girl Of Colours.
But I have to be truthful with myself; I’ve never word padded so much in my life. In fact, I’ve never word padded before, but today I had to resort to a bit of cheating. After seven thousand words I began to stop thinking up new brilliant ways to add more words to my novel. I swear, in writing those last ten thousand words, Girl of Colours went from being a novel to being a musical. Everyone is singing something or listening to a song at a concert or writing songs for other people. I am awful, I know, but I was also desperate, and I made each and every lyric used in my novel fit with the plot. And besides, doesn’t Chris Baty himself promote the idea of word padding in No Plot? No Problem!?
Now I am off to enjoy the fruits of my labour with a nice cuppa and a couple Alias episodes. Cheers, or whatever it is you say to tea.
So it's official.
Our word-counting robots have analyzed your November novel, and they've delivered their final, binding assessment: Winner.
You did it! You did it! You did it!
This was, without a doubt, one of the hardest years on record for NaNoWriMo participants. At some point in the literary marathon, most of your fellow writers fell by the wayside. They lost their books to work, to family, to school, and to the hundreds of other distractions and interruptions that tend to shutter creative undertakings like NaNoWriMo.
But not you. Not this year.
This November, you set out with the ridiculously ambitious goal of bringing an entire world into existence in just 30 days. When the going got tough, you got writing. Now you're one of the few souls who can look back on 2007 as the year you were brave enough to enter the world's largest writing contest, and disciplined enough to emerge a winner.
We salute your imagination and perseverance. The question we ask you now is this: If you were able to write a not-horrible novel in 30 days, what else can you do? The book you wrote this month is just the beginning.
From here on out, the sky's the limit.
50282 words. Oh glorious, glorious 50282 words. I feel proud, like someone’s mum, except it is myself I am proud of. I spent something like eight and a half hours writing today, probably something around ten hours if you include my frequent breaks, during which I was able to write 13262 words. Bloody hell, I am one disciplined and determined girlie. I can’t believe I wrote than much in a single day. I swear, my hips have been dislocated from my body, I am hunched over in a permanent slouch and I fear after ten hours of listening to the Counting Crows’ August & Everything After on repeat I will never get the songs out of head, but oh my Davey, I did it. I wrote 13262 words and I am about two or three chapters close to finishing Girl Of Colours.
But I have to be truthful with myself; I’ve never word padded so much in my life. In fact, I’ve never word padded before, but today I had to resort to a bit of cheating. After seven thousand words I began to stop thinking up new brilliant ways to add more words to my novel. I swear, in writing those last ten thousand words, Girl of Colours went from being a novel to being a musical. Everyone is singing something or listening to a song at a concert or writing songs for other people. I am awful, I know, but I was also desperate, and I made each and every lyric used in my novel fit with the plot. And besides, doesn’t Chris Baty himself promote the idea of word padding in No Plot? No Problem!?
Now I am off to enjoy the fruits of my labour with a nice cuppa and a couple Alias episodes. Cheers, or whatever it is you say to tea.