The end result of Nanowrimo….
… 50,059 words!
That being said, most of it is unreadable garbage. The rest is homeless character development looking for a plot to nurture it. It evolved into some weird chimera-story: partly Young Adult, partly fantasy, and all dislocated. In summation, I like the characters, but the plot is wafer thin and not worth pursuing.
At least I learned something, I guess?
Or maybe I just learned that I like my other story with its obnoxious characters and massive plot better. I promise to treat you better, larger, more unwieldy story!
In the course of writing for Nanowrimo, I found several motivational items that I would now like to share.
1. Krispy Kremes.
2. Other, less appealing things to write.
3. Pictures on the internet (found while avoiding work).
In summary… Nanowrimo was completely worthwhile. It’s painful, annoying, and so is most of the writing that comes out of it, but it’s still one step closer to being a better writer than Stephanie Meyer.