Here I sit, at the brink of finishing NaNoWriMo 2011. As I write this post, my word count rests fitfully at 49,881 words.
Why did I stop there?
Because my husband asked me an everyday question, and I took that as a wonderful excuse to step back from the PC for 20 minutes.
Because the last 1,200 words I wrote totally sucked.
Because even though I've stuffed my inner editor away for 29 days, she's back and she's monstrously huge.
Why?
Because I always have this amazing, beautiful, glorous finale scene in my head when I begin my stories, and when I get to the end, it fizzles. The fireworks backfire, and the smoke rises around the flames on the ground that slowly die into smoking embers. And I'm left choking in the cloudy haze.
So, I have 119 words to cross the finish line, and I want those last steps to rise from the embers and fly like a phoenix into a golden horizon of storytelling.
So, now that I've taken a break, worked on a few old metaphors about writing, and given my husband a big squeezy hug as he goes out the door for work, I can get back to writing the finish, the finale, the end . . .
Thanks for stopping by and listening to me rant for a moment. It actually cheered me up . . . it's odd how that works.
I hope that all of you NaNoWriMo Champions out there have an awesome last day.
May your endings be golden!
