Boy, talk about working up to the last second. I got up this morning, desperately trying to ignore the nearly 4,000 word deficit I had to tackle today. But luckily, my procrastination gene went into hibernation, and I attacked it bit by bit today, aiming at the hurdle I needed to clear.
I'm sure the big question on a lot of NaNoWriMo participants' minds is this: What now?
Well, I know what comes first. A major apartment clean-up is in order! It's amazing how easy it is to ignore the growing piles of crap on the end of the couch. And how often I told myself, "Eh, I'll do it in December."
So, does anyone have a front-loader I can rent to tackle the clean-up? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?
Then there's the rapidly expanding waistline. One month of NaNo, in my world, has become the equivalent of Super-Size Me, that movie about the dude who ate nothing but McDonald's? My gut is hideous. Too many nachos. Too many Chick-Fil-A trips.
Must. Exercise. Dammit.
Of course, after all that, the real worrying must begin. I utterly fear going back through and trying to sort out this crazy, poorly organized document. And I already know I'm severely lacking in conflict, which is a bad thing to lack in a novel. Conflict is kinda necessary, right?
Luckily, I knew the score with NaNo. I have no delusions about my story. I know I have a sloppy first draft, and the coming weeks will be about shoring things up, organizing, and trying to formulate a good second draft.
I'm very happy with the results, though. I violated all my usual writing habits to get this piece together. Instead of fretting over things, I just wrote, and found two very fun characters that I can't wait to round out more.
I can't wait to see the final product!
How did you all fair? Any winners out there-give yourself a shout-out here!