I did it, my NaNoWriMo-novel is finished! Today I took my laptop to the library, so there’d be no distraction. Well, though I almost froze to death there (okay, maybe only a little) I managed to write almost 3,000 words. And this is what I got – insert drum roll –
I’m so glad, I’m finished. I even wrapped up the story, though there are discussions about what to eat in there that take up more words than the end, but who cares, I never said it was going to be a good novel. The earth was rescued from doom, one of the policemen fell in love with an alien that had been kept in the cellar of the police building, one very big and green alien combusted, leaving only a little (or not so little come to think of it) heap of ashes so the world could be saved. (Don’t worry, it’s soul is still living in the core of the earth and feels quite well.) So I actually wrote a novel in which no one was hurt.
Not even me. Am I glad, it’s over. And when it’s over it has been fun. I always knew this would be like hiking in the mountains. You know, I’m the one complaining every step of the way, stopping every other step to take a sip of water, driving my poor husband crazy. Then you are on top of the mountain with that mountain view. You’re exhausted, you’re hungry, and sandwiches never taste as good as up there (or beer, we are that kind of people that carry beer in actual bottles up there). But a tiny bit of me knows that I have to go all the way down again and that part stays grumpy the whole time. And then, when I’m back down, sweaty and exhausted and happy, I always say, “Why don’t we do this more often?”
So I raise my glass of prosecco – unfortunately we’re out of champagne – to all the NaNos still struggling to reach the finish line and to…
…next year’s NaNoWriMo.
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