Well, I got to 50,000 words around 9:30PM on November 30th, well before the midnight deadline. I even wrote a couple hundred more words, just to be sure the official wordcount would validate me properly, then I uploaded my “novel” to the site for the wordcount (after which it was promptly deleted, I am told), got my certificate (a pdf file I will print out just as soon as I buy a new black ink cartridge for my printer) and my NaNoWriMo winner logo (now featured on the front page of ME) and … uhhh… oh yeah. Then I went through and put together a few excerpts from the novel for my NaNoWriMo profile which got frozen at midnight. So that’s it, it’s over, right?
Except that the point in the story I was at at 50,000 words wasn’t a stopping place. It’s not over. I think I left off in the middle of a conversation. Wait, I just went and looked, and the last words in the document are “and he was glad that it was over for now.” How about that? Oh, and I guess it’s 50,112 words. I wrote somewhere in the neighborhood of 77,777 words in November, and that only counts what I wrote for the novels I was trying to get done. It looks like I wrote something a little over 9,000 words here on FYTH. I have no way of tracking how many words I wrote in letters I sent out this month. If I learned anything from writing over 50,000 words in one week, it was that I should never have stopped writing all those years ago. I have a lot of really good, really interesting ideas in me, and they want to get out. I’m going to finish this novel, polish it up, and start sending it to publishers. Then I’m going to get to work doing the research to get the other books I started finished and polished and send them out to publishers, too. Then in May I’m going to do MeNoWriMo again.
So, what do you think? Should I post my novel, as is, on the website for all to read? I determined somewhere around 45,000 words that there might be a problem with the novel I was writing; there is no conflict in it. The characters didn’t overcome insurmountable odds or learn some valuable lesson or even manage to stay in the same genre throughout the course of the novel. It isn’t about two people meeting for the first time and falling in love, and it isn’t set in some famous historical period, and it isn’t funny or scary or dramatic. You won’t learn some valuable moral lesson reading it, or have anything to figure out about who killed who, or how everything is going to turn out. Right now, there’s not even really an ending, let alone a twist ending.
Still, you might like reading it. I’ll see about putting it together to post, if you’d like. Just say the word.