I can see the finish line.
I’ve written over 40,000 words this month. I have less than 10,000 to go to complete the NaNoWriMo challenge. I made it past the 30K point, when I truly hated my novel and couldn’t force myself to write more than 300 words a day. Now I’m back up to 1500-2000 words a day, and feeling much better about the project as a whole.
I know the book still sucks, though. It’s a rough draft. It does its job, which is to give me the ugly piece of clay from which to carve my sculpture.
All I need to do now is finish it.
I don’t know if finishing a book is the hardest part of writing, but it’s certainly been one of the hardest things for me to do. I’ve started dozens of novels – nay, hundreds – and quit them when I ran out of things to say, or got busy on other projects, or just got frustrated with the whole process, or got a better idea for a new story to write. Sometimes this happened 10,000 words in; other times it happened 100 words in.
I’ve never made it to 40,000 words in a single, cohesive story.
Sure, I’ve published nine books. But the only one that comes close to 50K is a collection of 1000-5000 word short stories (Tales from the Teeth).
So I’ve already broken my record. But it doesn’t count until I finish the book.
Is that the hardest part? It is for me. But that doesn’t matter – because in my head, I’m already done. All that remains now is to put the last 10,000 words onto the page.
Wish me luck! I wish you the same. 🙂