I may not have reached the headwaters.
I may have barely cleared the nearest river.
But, like the salmon returning to the local creek after many years of absence, I'm struggling up the final stretch into the unfamiliar territory of the finished draft.
Tonight, I crossed the 50,000 word mark of my NaNoWriMo novel.
I think I have about a fourth of a story left to write, and I still hope to actually write the words "The End" on this draft before December 1. But at least I won the word count challenge part of it.
Now, let's see if I can one-up the fish and live to do it all again...
TUESDAY NIGHT UPDATE - Argh... up to 56,000 words and counting. I think I only have a little bit to go, but for some reason the stupid thing decided to have all the earmarks of a potential sequel. And I'm still not positive how it'll end... dang it. (Of course, it has to sit on a knife-edge at the end of a writing session on a work night... couldn't have done this earlier, when I could stay up and push it one way or the other.)
2 comments:
Just don't beat yourself against the rocks of the stream bed on your way up the river. :)
calint: The unusually mellow fuzzy substance found in the base of your jeans pockets after having visited the state of California.
I hope not to... nor do I intend to be eaten by a bear before I reach my goal.
I know when to stop taking a metaphor too far. I hope.
Just passed 53,000... I hope I can wrap it up by 60,000, even if I have to summarize a bit. I want a finished rough draft by December, dang it.
nalingd - cryptic final word typed by a murdered novelist; though the unconventional yet brilliant detective and his sexy yet initially frigid new assistant eventually link it, through some obscure translations and anagrammatic twists, to the culprit, in truth it was just a result of the author's cat jumping on the keyboard.
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