I am an official NaNoWriMo winner!
A friend suggested I participate in NaNoWriMo this year. "NaNoWhatO?" I replied. After exploring the whats and whos and whys, I signed up. As November creeped closer, my doubts invaded full-force. At one point I thought I'd made up my mind to call it quits before I'd even started! Between my husband, my friend, and a great book that spurred me on, not only did I begin at 4:30 a.m. on the morning of November 1st, but I reached the 50,000 goal well before the November 30th deadline. I was amazed at the energy I had while writing. I was impressed with my discipline. I was astounded by how the word count seemed to make leaps and bounds daily.
Where am I now? Well, for a couple hours I was basking in the afterglow of success. My husband's family cheered me on as I crossed the finish line on the night of Thanksgiving. Champagne was poured. Toasts were made. The next morning I awoke with a feeling of aimlessness. What would I do now? I didn't have a minimum word count to meet!
So here I sit, wandering aimlessly through the annals of writing. Reading others' work. Wanting to go back to my newborn creation, but being given the wise advice of stepping away from it for a bit. Will I be able to wait two weeks before I open the word processing program, and begin to read the work I dedicated myself to for an entire month? Time will tell. These fingers are itching to edit, tighten where needed, flesh out details that need more life. Where will the story end up? I have the feeling it may surprise me when all is said and done.