Quite frankly, I needed a break after that marathon. My plan was to keep going, but it all didn’t turn out that way. Yesterday, I finally wrote about 300 words. Maybe the four-day break was good, because I had lost one important character in the shuffle, and he started complaining. Then I had a great idea yesterday to put him back in. He’s happy. I’m happy.
I saw that one writer had a final word count of over 170K. He must have written through the whole month without sleep or food; he probably didn’t even go outside. Amazing!
Oh, and my original NaNoWriMo t-shirt has shrunk so much that maybe twelve-year-old Sophie can wear it now. I might display it like a trophy beside the winner’s certificate. Or, I’ll put it away until next year together with the official NaNoWriMo shirts. They’ll be waiting there for me when I get ready for the next writing marathon.