Good lord, it is finally over and done with – and just in time too. Work is beginning to pile in already.
I think I started out quite well, actually. I managed a considerable amount of words during the first week due to the holidays. I would toss and turn in bed at night, trying to formulate and lay out the proper foundations to the story, pondering different conclusions and possible character additions.
Then it became a rollercoaster ride – sometimes I get to write more, other times, not at all.
Eventually I got fueled up enough during the final week to write more, probably because I thought I was getting closer to the target.
No, it was not easy. Not unless you have it all well-thought out. I did not, and so I often faced dead ends, not knowing where to turn to next.
Do not ask me just yet, if I will join Nanowrimo again next year. I think I need to, er, recover. And no, no more writing about fantasy the next time… I will gladly just stick to reading fantasy, thank you.
Some random observations while in the course of furiously churning out words, trying to surpass the 50,000-word requirement:
- basically tried to structure my routine around Nanowrimo. As in, I was constantly plagued with thoughts concerning the darned novel, everything else had to wait.
- alarmed my parents quite a bit. They did not know what I was doing in front of the computer for so many late nights.
- a few more keys on my keyboard that gets stuck regularly, aside from the ‘Delete’ and right ‘Shift’ keys: mainly the ’+’ (too much word count, maybe).
- best music to listen to while writing: Elbow, Franz Ferdinand, Sufjan Stevens, Wilco.
- ... I am such a sadist. I lost count of the number of times I flung poor Evan across the room. Bleed, bleed for me.
Oh, and Mr. Tweedy, thank you for keeping me company.
On air now: I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, Wilco