And so I typed past the 50,000 word goal of National Novel Writing Month for the third year in a row.
The thrilling 50,000th word is . . . wait for it . . .
Thank you Conjunction Junction!
Admittedly, the context of “and” is a bit more exciting: “The armies that had gathered from tribes and alliances across the Najael had all brought new weapons with them . . .”
Reaching 50,000 words in fourteen days—or, a fortnight, as some of us fantasy writers like to say—makes me one day slower than last year, and three faster than the first year. I seem to hover around finishing at the halfway mark. Once again, however, I have to remind myself that the goal is not so much numbers or speed, but making myself keep writing, motivating myself to work every day and put in good chunks of time. Beating myself isn’t the goal; the goal is to give myself concrete objectives and keep the forward momentum. My best first-draft writing comes out of sweep and drive and emotion.
I’m not done yet, and I wasn’t done either of the last two times at this point either. Both previous books rolled on toward the end of the month, with one getting to around 74,000 words and the other to 81,000 words before I typed “THE END.” I’ve been working on short stories this time, and I am currently wrapping up a novella, so those last two words will come much sooner. Probably tomorrow. I may write another story, but honestly there are some revisions I need to do soon on stories that I want to send to some anthologies with deadlines. It looks as though I will end with about 54,000 spread across six different works of short fiction.
Anyway, deep breath, a bit of relaxation, and then back at it tomorrow. . . .