And now that the patting myself on the back and embarrassing gushing at my own miraculous achievement is over (I blushed a little but it didn't stop me from sticking with the title of this post) I present you with my month of literary abandon...
DAY 1 - I started with the best of intentions, as anyone else would. I sat down on the first day and made it to 1667 for the first time. It was late but it felt great. I was proud... And I managed to have a night of Christmas decoration painting before I sat down to write...
|Look that's me on the left, looking over excited to be painting, and the lovely Alex on my right!|
DAYS 3, 4, 5 and 6 - Nothing. Zilch. Not a word. Not even the best of intentions would have gotten me to sit in front of the computer screen. I tried switching the computer on, but I was simply too busy...
I have excuses, of course, I wouldn't show up unprepared for my own pity party...
DAY 3 - my brother showed up for one of his few and far between visits... I could hardly not see him.
DAY 4 - I turned 25 (turns out I'm only doing that once... but I might try turning 25 again next year, people may not notice and I've never been good at maths) My family took me out for a lovely day of shopping and lunch at a posh restaurant... again, I could hardly say no to that... right?
|Mum made me an amazing apron for my birthday! (I love baking) You can find her sewn crafts on Facebook at |
DAY 5 - I threw a Halloween party at my new house, so it was a joint birthday, house warming and Halloween celebration... three in one... and I got to look like this...
|Zombie me... before the drinking started (I promise I was just very in character here) |
|Cupcakes made by my own fair hands|
|Mud inspired brownies!|
DAY 8 - 8 days in and I was 8,000 words behind. I felt guilty, because I'd promised myself that this year I would try really hard and I would make it...Still, I work best under pressure. I managed a less impressive 2103 words that day and was at this point nearing the 9,000 word mark.
DAY 9 - Proud owner of 1 cold... woke up feeling like I'd walked into a spade, face first. My note to self was "It will not defeat me!"
DAY 10 ...
DAY 11 ...
DAY 12 - It did defeat me. After three days of no writing my immune system kicked in and I finally beat the 10,000 word marker. My only hope at this point was to spend a whole weekend typing away furiously... and at this point, after all the obstacles so far, I wasn't going to mess around, surely?
DAY 13 - I reached 13,080 ... I had planned to reach 15,000 ... The Formula 1 was on tv ... and I never miss a race ... (this is probably the worst of my excuses)
After DAY 14 the month became a frenzy of writing. I was getting up at 6 a.m. for work and then after work I would write until 12.30 at night.
DAY 17 saw me pass the 25,000 mark. I'm not quite sure how, but it must have been one of those fancy miracles I heard so much about growing up! I became, officially speaking, only 2 days behind schedule. I was, however, already starting to suffer from sleep deprivation, disturbing dark-shadows-under-the-eyes kinda tired (I did check and I had definitely washed off all my zombie make up)
DAY 18 - mantra to self #MustStayAwakeInWork with the following thought of #Idon'tCareThatThisIsn'tTwitter
DAY 19 and beyond... I caught up! I was officially no longer behind! I was also slightly out of my mind, I lived on 3 coffees a day, ignoring my slight allergy to caffeine. After all hyperactivity is a good side effect when you're passing out tired!
DAY 29 - Beyond happy. Beyond excited. Beyond 50,000 words. Final word count on NaNoWriMo 50640 ... I did a happy dance to We Are The Champions, grinned like a maniac and exploded with joy!
That night, unfortunately, I could not sleep. I went to bed at a normal time, but sleep would not arrive. Turns out not only have I finished a novel, I now want to write the sequel. So last night I stayed up and wrote the outline to Santos II - this may turn into a trilogy... Wish me luck!