Fifty thousand words in thirty days? 1,667 words a day. Piece of cake, right?
It seemed like such a good idea on November first. But as of 9:00PM on Wednesday, November twenty-eighth, I’m at 38,627 words. Which means I have another 11,373 words to complete before midnight on Friday.
I know I can do it. I wrote over four thousand words on Monday and dashed off an astonishing 5,314 words yesterday. That was a new record for me.
But it won’t be easy. And the truth is I was so far behind by Thanksgiving that if I hadn’t already purchased my Winner’s T-Shirt (isn’t it beautiful?) I would have probably dropped the ball completely. So I am glad I have the extra incentive to make the push. Because I have learned a lot about myself as a writer the past several days. I have figured out how to silence my inner critic and draft without editing. As a result, I have discovered that I am capable of writing two or three times faster than I thought possible. Granted, some of those words won’t survive revision. But many of them will.
And there have been some crazy surprises along the way. One of my main characters just turned up dead–really!–and while I began writing from the point of view of a sixteen-year old girl, today I switched to the point of view of her best friend’s mother. I’m not sure which I will choose for the final draft, whether this book will end up young adult or women’s fiction. But NaNoWriMo gave me a thirty-day pass to experiment with a new genre and writing style, and I feel so much richer because of it.
I am in desperate need of a cut and color, my laundry basket is overflowing, I haven’t been out for a run in almost a week, and I heard through the grapevine that Christmas is coming. I’ll get around to all of that on December first.
But right now I have a novel to finish.