There you have it, April 2017’s Camp NaNoWriMo is over.
This April was the first time that I not only wrote more than fifty thousand words in a month, but completed a whole novel. It was an interesting feeling.
Of course, I’m not done, and nowhere near ready to publish. There’s still editing to do, by both myself and a professional editor, and my work needs a cover that I did not slap together in photoshop. I can’t even explain how much I’m looking forward to those things, for real. But the sixty-five thousand word manuscript is a step in the right direction.
Now, all I have to do is write again tomorrow, on the new manuscript I’ve started. And the next day. And the one after that.
I’d say that the life of a writer is hard, and it certainly has its hard moments, but really? This month has reminded me of something I occasionally forget: I love to write.