I literally just finished National Novel Writing Month – as in, half an hour ago at most. 50,000 words or more in 30 days or less. And I have lots and lots of thoughts on the process, and many observations on writing and writer’s block and inspiration and self-discipline, having lived through this month of madness. But right now, I’m too sick of looking at words on a screen to want to write a post about any of it.
However, I will say this: that I got a lot out of the month, even if it did drive me slightly crazy, and even if my rough draft is the roughest draft I have ever written in my life. Also, I will say that I hope to get back to my Monday-Wednesday-Friday postings here, with the regularity to which the readers of this blog had become accustomed before NaNoWriMo struck with deadly force.