At 1:30 this afternoon I wrapped up my writing for the day with 1,710 words. Which puts me at 50,280 words for the month. Done. No. National Novel Writing Month winner. Yes.
At least a winner by one count, and that count would be in words written. On a number of other counts I would say, loser. Why, you ask?
I did not write every day. When I look back at my day to day stats, there were apparently eight days that I had a word count total of zero. That means, small victory here, that I wrote 50,280 words in 22 days.
I did not write a 50,000 word novel. Which of course is the assignment for National Novel Writing Month, write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
I did not complete a novel. Hell, I’m not even sure how much of the novel is left to be written. I’m leaning toward another 20,000 words, but being as I am basically pantsing this novel, i.e. writing this thing without an outline or any real idea what comes next, that’s just a guess
So on those three counts I have failed myself once and the goal twice.
But even with all my failures, I am still very happy to call myself a Winner in the eyes of everyone participating in National Novel Writing Month. And that certificate up there proves it. Now, I’m going to order a t-shirt and start thinking about what happens tomorrow in this crazy space adventure.