Remind me not to do that again.

This was national novel writing month, and I love doing nanowrimo. Normally.

See, this month became notorious when I had deadlines on the 9th. Those deadlines didn't happen so every day of work became the day I HAD to work until I dropped to try and make the late deadline.

My nanowrimo novel seemed lackluster and boring.

So, it sat there and sat there and sat there.

Staring at me with big sad puppy eyes. "Don't you love me? Don't you want to write me this month? Why don't you love me? Please come play with me! Please? Are you mad at me? Please don't be mad at me."

I mean, what do you say to your novel when it looks at you like that? How do you tell it that you have just too many other responsibilities this month and can't work on it?

So, I gave myself the last week.

For the first three days, I got mad, I got bored, I got tired, I got unhappy, and I got nothing done.
For the last four days.... I wrote 50,000 words.

Yes, that's right. I wrote 50,000 words in four days.
I have the book.
It's UGLY. It's missing two giant pieces to the middle. I needs to be put into PROPER order instead of whichever scene I felt like writing at the time. It needs all of the pieces to flow smoothly from one to the next. It needs people arcs to be followed through and not just tossed in like spice.

But it's there. I can see the spine and some of the organs. I know that it can be fixed. I LOVE the fixing part.

And it has an ending.

BUT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY: REMIND ME NEVER TO WRITE FIFTY-THOUSAND-WORDS IN FOUR DAYS EVER AGAIN.

My wrists hurt. I didn't sleep last night. But I have a small treasure. It feels like a good thing, and I know it's the start of the book I want. That's the best part. I've got all the pieces to clean up, edit, fix, patch, and string along now. I can turn this ugly duckling into a swan -- and that's the part I love to do.
This is why I torture myself with nanowrimo every year -- it's one month of doing the stuff I'm not so fond of, to spend eleven months doing the thing I love the most -- editing.
Just, next year, I should spread out the writing over the entire month.

owie.