It’s over. NaNoWriMo is over. After thirty days of nonstop writing (though admittedly, I didn’t write eight of those days) my novel is so much further than it was before. I didn’t make the 50,000 word goal, but I surpassed my personal goal of 25,000 with 30,067 words. 30,067.
I feel incredible. I feel proud. I’ve accomplished more writing in this month than in almost two years. Some of it is crap. But a lot of it is real, good writing. My characters have grown and changed so much. It’s not done, not even close, but I’ve finally hit a good stride.
The best part is, it’s not over. NaNoWriMo is one month, but the days after belong to me. I plan on making and then doubling the 50,000 words and finishing my book. Not for me, but for the characters who’s stories desperately need to be told.
I am a writer.