Well would you look at that!
You know, just in case for some reason you hadn’t seen me brag about this somewhere else.
Yesterday I passed 50,000 words around 9 PM, and today I actually finished the story around 4. The whole novel clocked in at 52,150 words, which I think makes it the longest completed thing I’ve ever written.
And the complete is very important to me. It is hard — it is appallingly, tortuously, mind-bogglingly, exasperatingly hard to finish things. “Endings are hard,” says Chuck on Supernatural. “Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can.”
This was also relevant to a project, but more importantly, it’s a puppy.
Or, how I keep the NSA entertained:
These are only the searches I’ve made for various writing projects, including but not limited to (In)NaNoWriMo. I leave it as an exercise for the reader to figure out what searches have to do with what.
I swear to god, “tom hiddleston leather” was relevant to a project.
Not that it really needs to be relevant to a project. Or it’s relevant to every project. All of the above. What was I saying?
For the curious — or the cheerleader-inclined — among you, I’ve added a (In)NaNoWriMo* wordcount widget to my sidebar. Now the world can keep me accountable for my wordcount.
50,000 words, I am coming for you, one poorly written line at a time.
(*An Australian friend of mine has pointed out that it really out to be InterNational Novel Writing Month. I’m bad at remembering to call it that — NaNoWriMo rolls off the tongue so nice! — but it’s a good point, so this year I’m trying to include the (In). Rock on, non-American writers!)
Oh dear god it’s (Inter)National Novel Writing Month.
Technically most of the words I write for the next month should be fiction, soooo I’ll see you in December, blog readers!
Don’t wait up.