So, for the third year on the bounce I decided to attempt good old National Novel Writing Month. And, for the second of those three years, I have crossed the 50,000 word mark before November 30th and can proclaim myself a winner.
The story's a bit shit, I've 'rebelled' slightly in parts of it and taken a few shortcuts when I've fallen behind the target. But, I've got there. And bloody hell it feels good. Especially as I almost gave up last weekend.
But we're not done yet. I haven't finished the story and I've got until the stroke of midnight on December the first to get there and keep updating the word count. But at least I can do it in a relaxed way, now.
Always good to get something out of your head and onto paper. Even if no one else ever sees it, being creative and getting something out into the world is a wonderful thing and does the mind good. It's certainly helped mine.
