NaNoWriMo 2015: THE END

FINALLY.

50, 508 words.

Well, I couldn’t bear to get to November 30th without 50,000 words under my belt. It would feel wrong.

It did hit me sometime mid-afternoon yesterday that I still had 10,000 words left to write… and I was lying in a bath feeling like a freshly reanimated corpse, only one more day left with that wordcount bar merrily open.

Then I rallied. At about 2 o’clock this morning, to be perfectly honest.

I’ll come out and say it right away: I’ve done NaNoWriMo every year since 2008 and this was the hardest one yet.

Things that have joined forces to sabotage my NaNoWriMo 2015

1) Moving house – my husband and I now live in a beautiful flat, so beautiful I actually want to spend time cleaning it and keeping it nice. It’s oh so easy to use it to procrastinate. Tricky chapter to write? Nope, can’t, I need to polish the stainless steel bin.

2) The Third Person – Fuck the third person. Fuck it into exceedingly sore oblivion. Admittedly, I’ve done a lot better with it than I thought I would. Even with the other procrastination, this has been a constant rock around my ankle. Every time I’ve been stuck before, in my first person stories, I’ve just been able to peer into my characters’ head and see my way around thing with their eyes. Having to keep to just one character’s prospective at the time has been somewhat exhausting.

3) Apocalyptica and friends – my two lovely friends came to visit this weekend and we went so see Apocalyptica play live at the Manchester Academy. It was such a good night out (we went right from headbanging to semi-clothed cello players to bopping along to Cher within twenty minutes) but I certainly didn’t want to spend any of it wrestling with my stubborn protagonists.

4) The common cold – I haven’t had a damn cold all year. Yesterday morning, I woke up after the great night out and thought “This is a weird excuse for a hangover”. It wasn’t a hangover. It was a fucking cold. It meant I didn’t write a word yesterday – I was far too sick and drippy to want to go anywhere near the laptop. Though it didn’t remain such a procrastination point…

5) 30 Rock – I’ve only just got into it and I love it. I need to be physically prised away from Netflix.

Anyway, last night – well, the early hours of this morning – thanks to the cold of doom, I couldn’t sleep. I tried to snooze in bed, but my nose wouldn’t stop running and I thought I’d drive my husband mental with all the honking into toilet roll. There was some truly attractive snorting going on. I couldn’t prop myself high enough off the bed to clear my chest, so I just gave up and pottered out to the living room.

(Just a point: in my old house that would have been impossible without finding a nice squishy slug trail to stand on in your bare feet, or maybe even an even nicer bit of mouse poo.)

I sat on the sofa, propped up with every cushion and pillow in the house, grumbled to myself a fair bit, snorted and honked to my heart’s content, and wrote and wrote.

I got over 3000 words done before I drooped and fell asleep, for a little while at least (I was up at five for work).

In true NaNoWriMo tradition, I’ve spent all day with the novel firmly in my head, determinedly spewing out as many words as possible whenever I could. I wrote a relatively impressive 9848 words today – not anywhere near my record, but not half bad. Though it wasn’t a single marathon; it’s come out in bits and pieces since 2 o’clock in the morning. And now with less than five hours to go, it’s done!

…the 50,000 words are done, anyway.

This book is going to be a monster. I’m 50,000 words in and I’m not anywhere near halfway through. Remember how I’m writing a time travel story? How my time travellers were going to spend the most significant part of their story enmeshed in the complex, dirty underworld of Victorian London?

They are nowhere near bloody Victorian London. My two protagonists are, for some reason that I’m not one hundred percent sure of, getting drunk in Manchester’s gay village.

So what’s next for my writing?

I hate to say it… but I’m not going to be carrying this story on for a little while. I have NaNoWriMo fatigue, and if I have to write about bloody Watchmakers for another five bloody minutes, I will find a pocket watch from somewhere purely so I can stamp on it.

Oh, I still love the story and I love my characters.

But my other books are yelling for my attention. I have editing to do. First person editing. I have two books that are finally, finally almost ready to get out into the world, and another one that isn’t anywhere near finished but makes me really happy when I’m writing it.

I’ll be quite happy to say goodbye to The Hummingbird and the Timepiece for a little while. I’ll go back to it one day… but for now, it’s not the project for me.

Now how about a final look at my stats graph… traditionally batshit as always.

stats 30.11

*taking my final bow from NaNoWriMo 2015*

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