I survived.

So, I had the brilliant idea to do  National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) once again last month.

And, I won!

I’d dance like Meryl, but I’m so damn tired. My brain melted into a pile of goo the second I’d typed out The End. December will hopefully be a quieter month, even though I have two novels to edit.  Editing is slightly easier than writing, but I still I loathe it.

My NaNoWriMo novel, One Last Heist, turned out brilliantly. It had all the twists and turns I’d hoped for, and some I never expected. It’s now in the hands of my capable betas, and I won’t worry about it for a little while.

My relationships with friends and family appear to have survived the madness. I did have to bribe my dog with many treats to forgive me for being chained to my desk. =) NaNo can be a trying adventure with words.

This year the words flowed far better than they have any other year. I’ve participated in the November madness several times. Each one feels a bit different. One Last Heist definitely had my muse’s full attention, and I didn’t necessarily struggle with my daily goals with the exception of one day early in the month.

I can’t wait to share Mack & Toshiro’s story with everyone next year.

One of the greatest lessons I’ve learned through NaNo is I can’ only manage it once a year. I’m never going to be an 8k word a day author.  I barely manage 800 to 1000 words on an average day. It’s more about keeping myself steadily making progress.

But once a year in November, I indulge in a bit of insanity, and some of my best work has come from it. (After the Scrum, The Caretaker, and now One Last Heist.)

And now, I can take a nap…several naps.

Did you take part in the NaNo madness? How did you do?

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The Act of Finishing.

IdeasSomeone asked me in an e-mail how I finished Ivy. They’re a new author, like me, struggling to finish their first novel.   It took me a moment to really think about it.

In all honesty, I had to stop telling myself that I couldn’t do it.  It sounds simple and almost like a cliche, but I promise that it isn’t.  I’ve started a host of novels over the years, never finished one of them.  Not since I was 19 or 20 in any case.  At some point over the years, I started listening to that little voice in my head that said ‘you’re not a real writer, you can’t do it.’  So I’d give up after a few chapters.

With Ivy, I just decided that if I’m not a writer, I can tell the story for myself because I want to know how it ends.  And that’s what I did.

I want to know how it ends, I want to know if they live happily ever after.  So I write first for myself, and then I hope that other people enjoy it. =)