I could have gone for the finishing line last night but I decided to leave the cruise to victory to the last day, today. What could go wrong? Like Lewis Hamilton with a big lead I’d motor down the home straight and take the chequered flag, waving to the crowd.
I could freeze with a measly 2000 words to go. The hard drive might crash. Fairies might steal the laptop while I slept. But in the end it was OK, I got there. 50000 words in November. And let me tell you it’s no easy task when you’re working 9 – 5.30. Three hours each and every day. You miss one day and it’s six hours the next.
NaNo has served its purpose for me. I was getting out of the habit of writing, only doing so when I fancied it. This month it’s had to be every single day even if sometimes I felt like chucking the laptop out of the window instead. And by mid-month I was writing fluently and fluidly, really enjoying the writing process once more. Today I could have written all day.
And I have a (very rough) part first draft of Barry 2 which I’ll revisit and rewrite sometime. For now its on with finishing off and publishing A West Cork Mystery.