Last night, or more correctly this morning at 1 AM I finished the novel. I feel empty- it has taken all day to just let everything drain out of me. Editing commas and apostrophe's all day and a little revision - not necessary for NaNoWriMo, but satisfying. Soul mate has been typing for me. This morning she asked me what I wanted where I had made an illegible note and I drew a complete blank. I said "I just cant do this right now." Took fifteen or twenty minutes to pull myself together and figure out what I meant. Sometime later tonight I'll run it through the word counter and pick up my win sticky - reminds me a lot of getting a finisher's pin in an enduro. It doesn't mean you did good, but it does mean you finished.
Some wag on the #nanowrimo twitter line posted something like "I used to have a life before nanowrimo. I just cant remember what it was" I am trying to get a list together of all the things I've let slide during November to get here. Starting with picking up the living room in my tiny LA apartment so I can walk across the floor without tripping. Clean dishes would be cool too. Getting the car smogged and licensed so I dont get a ticket. And maybe having an evening that isn't committed to 4 or 5 hours of writing, maybe get back to some TV. And having a weekend that isn't spoken for. Wow, I can imagine it.
The end result when I stopped typing was 64,383 words. Between now and the week of 6 December I'll be sending out copies to my review board. That's when I find out if its any good or not.
I wish the best of luck to my fellow competitors. Keep going, you've got a chance if you hustle.
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