I finished my novel for NaNoWriMo — sort of. I hit the 42,000 word mark and was settling into write the end, but it just wasn’t gelling for me. When I start a novel, I always know what the first and last sentences will convey to the reader. Not with this book. As you’ve read in my previous posts, this book has been like a breach birth, but I have faith that every keystroke, no matter the outcome, makes my writing stronger, and despite the labor pains of this creation, the story is strong and I like the characters. So I stepped away for a day or two and discovered that a major thread was missing and I will need to go back to the beginning, do a bit of unraveling, then start the story weaving afresh. That’s fine with me. Although I cannot accept the NaNoWriMo badge of completion, I can embrace December knowing that I’ve a solid skeleton of a good novel ready for me to finish. I can live with that.
And now I take a break to enjoy family and the cold weather that I love.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody.