I didn't make it to my deadline. There are many reasons, but I fear no excuses. As the words tumbled from my brain through my fingers and into the story developing on the page in front of me, I wrote and wrote and I wrote. But 50'000 words and three days, really isn't a match made in heaven.
November began with such great intentions, I was going to be sitting here today with the first draft of my new novel, written. I would have the National Novel Writing Month Badge to show you all, and wear with a little bit of pleasure.
I don't have it. It didn't happen.
50'000 words didn't happen
BUT 20'000 did!
But I am not a failure, I am not even allowing that thought to get a foothold. This past month has been one of such intensity, I wasn't sure where I could catch a breath.
But friends gathered round me and encouraged me, held me up as I fell down, as I cried tears of pain.
So what happened to the word count - well the words just didn't make it to the page. Why because something had to give, I couldn't do all I had to do in November, and write. And, it wasn't resistance that was stopping me, it was that certain things had to take priority over my self imposed deadline. Through this all remembering my deadline was self-imposed, made such a difference.
November became a month of the unexpected - unexplained pain soared through my legs, one of my feet went numb, I had to give two presentations, pitch for a contract (and I won it), that came up unexpectantly. Then there was a manipulative letter that tried to drag me backwards into a past of darkness, that required, immediate action, and words on paper, that with grace, explained why I was saying no.
Then we had glorious news in our family - my little brother and his beautiful Sarah, are now engaged.
November, I have so much to be thankful for.
November you were my month of THANKSGIVING, in the midst of much adversity.
November, I didn't make my word count, but I get just under 1/2 way there in three days - that's 20'000 words people.
20'000 words of a story, that I can't wait to share with you.
I have words to go before I sleep, but words that excite me and a story with characters that have their own stories to tell.
A new dawn breaks, and I get up tomorrow, I put my butt in the seat and I keep writing, because the words will come, and the book will be written and read. All I have to do is stay faithful, keep going and know with every ounce of my being that not making the deadline this month isn't a big deal, unless I chose to make it.
How was your November?
That's it for now ...
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