It’s one of those ironies of life that, after making a post apologising for a week without updates, I immediately go another ten days without updates. Oops.
My frantic editing came to a close, and my steampunk novel is now in the hands of good, reliable friends who can point out all the typos, run-on sentences and plot holes I completely missed.
Handing your writing over to other people is simultaneously exciting and horrible. My writing is my baby, and sometimes I just want to cradle it to my chest and show no one, ever, because they might not like it and then I’d cry. You’d think four years of workshopping at uni would beat that feeling out of me, but instead it just installed this angry voice in my head that shouts at me if I start getting too precious. “You want it to be the best writing you can do right? Right? Don’t you? Then hand it over, you wuss!”
I hope everyone is looking at this next week to Christmas with an air of relaxed confidence, because your Christmas shopping is all done and your turkey is ordered and your family somehow got the decorations up without breaking anything.
But realistically? Good luck running around screaming trying to get everything ready. It may look like I’m sleeping off six months editing on the sofa, but don’t be fooled. I’m with you. Spiritually.
My blog’s been a little quiet this last week, but in my defence, I’ve been working super hard on my novel. Technically, I’m always working hard on my novel, but recently it’s been more of a ‘literally don’t do anything except work and write for six days straight’.
The reason for this is that I’m closing in on an ending, and also on my birthday and Christmas – two events I’d rather not spend bent over my laptop, frantically editing.
In fact, I ought to be editing now. Back to work!
It’s 1st December, and to writers that means one thing: NaNoWriMo is finally over!
Top congratulations and 50,000 gold stars to everyone who finished NaNoWriMo this year. That challenge is crazy difficult and you ought to be proud. And moreoever, congratulations to anyone who took part but didn’t hit that 50,000 bar — the wonderful thing about NaNoWriMo is that not finishing =/= losing. However much you wrote, it’s more than you’d have done without NaNo to push you forward.
I’m really sad I didn’t get to join in this year, as I love the friendly-yet-competitive nature of NaNoWriMo, and the atmosphere that comes with meeting a bunch of lunatics willing to attempt a novel in a month. I had a brief, insane tussle with myself yesterday (‘It’s the 30th! Come on, see how much of NaNo you can do in 24 hours!’) but ultimately, line-editing my steampunk book comes first. Alas.
All you NaNoWriMo-ers have a nice relaxing December — before you leap into edits in January!