All over the world, writers are reveling in their NaNoWriMo victories. Me, I'm wallowing in a deep, deep pool of depression, taunted by the numbers 3712.
3712. That's what I finished NaNo with.
I fizzled out rather early, resigning myself to the fact that I wasn't going to make it this year. Even so, when November 30th came around and my word count hadn't budged since the first week of November, I was bummed.
I tip my hat to all of you who reached 50k. Congratulations on such an awesome feat. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous. But, I've decided to be philosophical about the whole thing.
I wasn't excited about my idea. That would have made for very flat characters and a painfully dull story. So really, it's for the best that I didn't push on. Now, I'll have time to polish last year's story to a gleaming, glorious shine. I'm okay with not finishing this year. Really, I am.
There's always next year.
Or Camp NaNoWriMo.
Anyway, how did YOU do this year? Did you conquer that 50k?
