Posted by mousewrites on November 30, 2008
So… It’s November 30th, around 9:30 PM. If all had gone according to plan, I should be somewhere around 49,000 words, pulling though the home stretch. My main character should be either in as much danger as superhumanly possible, or about 10 seconds from it.
Instead, she’s having a soda and a slice of pizza, blissfully unaware of the shadowy group about to pull her world down.
Yes, I fail. My final Nanowrimo count is 22,060, a full 27,940 words short of goal. I didn’t even make 50%. I am made of fail!
Yet, I do not despair. I have hope. I will continue to write, as I like this story, and have had some feedback from the couple of people who have read the work in progress that it just might polish up into something awesome. It has a mind-controlled emo catgirl army, for fuck’s sake. What could be better?
A finished novel could be better, I hear you cry.
Indeed, indeed. I know. But I’m happy with my WIP as it stands, and am optimistic for the future.