[This post was originally entitled “And the winner is . . .”. Ooops! I couldn’t have done it by myself. I know that now.]
Most of my writing time for the past month, as well as a lot of what would normally be my non-writing time, has been consumed with what I now realize is the complete insanity of NaNoWriMo, cranking out a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November while trying to simultaneously visit relatives for Thanksgiving, work full time, and do things with River and the kids. I was writing with an internet friend (having a co-author is a dark-gray area in the “rules” which made it right up my alley) and it was still insane even though I only wrote 20,000 of our 55,000 words.
Our novel is littered with the broken bones of what it was meant to be and my co-author friend pulled an insanely twisted final chapter and denouement out of her ass while I was still cranking out one of the previous chapters and hoping we weren’t heading for too much of a trainwreck, but we did it!
Now I’m not sure whether I need a month off to recover, or whether I’ll be itching to get back to blogging instead of noveling.