It’s been a weird month. Although I suppose writing a novel that takes place entirely in Hell could have something to do with that.
It’s also been a stressful month, so at times it’s been figuratively Hell, as well as literally (literature-ally??)
I knew going into November that it was going to be a tough one. December seemed very far away, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit back and relax again until then.
I wasn’t too far wrong, although there’s been more relaxing than I originally thought. It’s just guilt-filled relaxation. The kind of relaxation plagued by panic – I have an eight page final exam due in a week and I haven’t started, I’m almost six thousand words behind on my novel, this house is a filthy mess and I’m losing my shit – so even as I’m relaxing, I’m freaking out.
I’m almost there, though. Only a few more days of NaNo, and right now I’m back on track word count wise. I could write what I have left in one day if I had to.
Then I can focus solely on my final for a few days before I spend all of December sleeping.
Although I still have plenty of other responsibilities in December. My duties here at the Cafe, holidays, family, and I may have some responsibility to my novel to actually see it through to the end.
It’s been a wild ride that has been loads of fun, but many times I was bucked off. In the spirit of NaNo, I kept getting back on the horse, writing more words, and I think somewhere in there might be an entertaining novel with an almost-plot when I’m done on Friday. I might have to cast it loose to my beta readers to see if it’s worth my time, and I will have to be prepared if they tell me it’s not.
I’d like to keep writing to at least see poor Kit out of Hell, either way. The poor girl has been working awfully hard for the last 45,000 words. I’d hate to leave her on the brink of escape and never find out if she actually makes it or not.
We’ll both enjoy the TGIO party once it’s done.