Hey, everyone. November is behind us, and another National Novel Writing Month is in the books.
I honestly didn’t know if I could do it – writing a minimum of 1667 words per day to reach 50K by November 30.
Drum Roll Please…
I did it! On November 29, I crossed the line of 50K words, ending up with a total of 50,215. (My cats are happy that I’m not ignoring them as much now that it’s over.)
Cold Dark Night, the first book of my upcoming Legends of Madeira Series, is by no means finished. I need an additional 25K words to reach my goal. A lot of the words I wrote are pure garbage. There’s lots of telling and not showing, a few repetitive passages, and (as it often happens with me) the story took on a bit of a different twist than I expected.
Even on November 29, a new idea sprang in my head that I hadn’t counted on. However, I think it will make the story stronger in the long run.
I’m glad I took a break from blogging and most social media. I’m not sure I would have made my word count if I had been busy keeping up with comments and visiting other blogs. I limited my time on social media, mainly posting updates on Instagram.
Now that December is here, I’m back to blogging, although I’m going to have a limited schedule this month. I don’t want to lose the momentum I have for my WIP, and I would like to finish the first draft by the end of this month.
I learned a lot by doing NaNoWriMo. In January, I plan to write at least one post about my “adventure” on Story Empire.
A big thanks to Mae Clair for encouraging me to participate. For those of you who participated and made the goal, congratulations. If you didn’t reach 50K words, don’t despair. Every word you wrote puts you closer to a finished first draft.
And now, here’s a small (unedited) excerpt from the story. (Mae, the first part is for you.)
Tami sat in the porch swing and watched Jason as he walked to his car. At over six feet tall, he had several inches on her in height. His dark brown hair, brown eyes, square jaw and the slight cleft in his chin was enough to make any woman swoon. He also filled out a pair of jeans nicely, she noted as he scurried down the steps.
“Aren’t you getting uniforms?” she asked.
“They are supposed to be delivered to the station today. I’ll bring them home tonight.” Jason unlocked his black Camaro, then got inside. He flashed her a grin as he backed out of the driveway. Sometimes shades of the cocky detective she first met in Driscoll Lake still showed.
She’d neither liked nor trusted him at first, believing he was too self-serving to do his job adequately. She’d even gone so far as to hire a private detective to look into her sister’s background, hoping he would come up with something that would help solve the murder.
Tami took a sip of coffee, then inhaled the fresh, morning air. The dry, arid climate here was much different than Driscoll Lake. Madeira was in the high desert, but forested mountains were nearby. Many people thought this was the prettiest part of the state.
She had to admit she wouldn’t miss the humidity of Northeast Texas. The trees and greenery were another matter. However, they were in a region where the Rocky Mountains met the Great Plains. The mountainous region of north-central New Mexico wasn’t far away.
Okay, lots of work to do, but I’m pleased with the start. Did you participate in NaNoWriMo? If so, did you make your word goal? Would you participate again?