For the last couple of weeks I have been participating in the NaNoWritMo challenge. The idea of writing a 50k novel in 30 days held a great appeal to me. I had abandoned all other forms of writing. I went as far as putting my cell on silent and staying up for hours past my normal bedtime in order to get my daily word count done. I handed myself over heart, body, and soul.
I had many days I wanted to crawl into bed after my son got on that school bus (I work nights so bedtime for me is around 9 am). I would down that pot of coffee and make all kinds of mental threats to myself. I made a point of telling my friends on Facebook in order to have someone always asking how my word count was coming (Nothing like peer pressure to force you into sitting that butt in the chair and punching out a thousand). I even went as far as tempting myself with expensive chocolate that I knew I had no business consuming since I am on a quest to lose at least twenty pounds (I know it's the wrong time of year for that sort of thing). I was hell bent on at least making that 50k novel become a reality.
Now reality is what it is. As of 11/24/09 at 5:18 pm I wrote my now 50,457 word novel. It's safely put away until Dec.1st when I go and start my editing. Not sure how good it truly is. It might actually suck to high heaven and never sell more than what my family and friends buy. Regardless it taught me a few things. One, I can do anything I set my mind to. Two, I have improved my daily word count greatly (have gotten up to 3000 to 4000 a setting.). Three, Writing is what I am truly meant to do.
I might never make the New York Times Best Seller list. I may or may not write that one piece that will stay on the mind and lips of all those who dare to pick up one of my creations and consume my thoughts. Still I enjoyed the thrill of knowing that I had created something I had never done before but had tried many times. I have written my first novel and am ready to take on the world!