The three days of writing mayhem is finally over. My fingers are cramped, eyes strained, and brain just a little melty, but it was well worth it in my opinion. I didn’t finish the novel. In fact I knew from the start that would have been too lofty a goal.
I did mange to get out over 8,000 words spanned over five chapters. To me that seems flippin’ amazing. Before this, I was wading in the murky middle. I had the book started, and I knew how it was going to end. For the life of me, though, I couldn’t bridge that gap in between. This weekend solved all of that.
My total word count in my story is now around 30,000. That’s about half a novel length, which is right where I need to be. The rest of the story should write itself. I know all of the events as they should play out. I say ‘should’ because sometimes the little buggers in my story seem to do whatever they want. Usually they’re right, but that’s beside the point.
Today I must head back to the real world, my mundane job, hobbling on my broken toe. There will be a day when I can devote the majority of my time to my stories. I look forward to that day. Until then I will endure my job and the occasional evening and weekend to my writing.
Thanks once again to everyone for their support. It meant a great deal to me.