NaNoWriMo is over!!!How did you do? Let us know!
If you hit 50K, share your final word count. If you didn’t make it, but you tried, you’re still a winner in our book. Here’s a secret: EVERYONE who does NaNoWriMo is a winner no matter how many words you write.Now it’s time for the debriefing. Tell us how it went, what you learned, and if you wrote anything you’re proud of during the month. Feel free to share a snippet from your story below. And again, to everyone who wrote at all for NaNoWriMo, CONGRATULATIONS!
I hit 60k and wrote everyday for 30 days. Hooray! And I created a monster. It's not a complete story yet but getting there. And it's just a first draft.
A big congratulations to all writers who participated and persevered through November's novel-writing challenge. Irony upon irony, other writing tasks prevented me from joining in, which means I will replicate the effort in December, albeit without a catchy abbreviation. Here's to finishing the first draft before 2023 ends. I will be curious to watch this space for any good insights and lessons learned from November's hardy scribes.
I have always , for years since its inception, been very disturbed and insulted by this project.
VERY few writers have EVER ANYWHERE written a novel in a month. It is not impossible; you could have a perfect POSITIVE storm of circumstances in anyone's life- extended inspiration, a partner either rich or willing to economically provide for you so you need not worry about going to work, an inner power surge and monumental burgeeoning of your imagination andMIGHT or WILL.
Beyond that, this project is yet one more example of almost insane maniacal penchant- or shall we call it habituated obsession Americans have for QUANTITY, in many different areas of life, starting at a young age where schools and libraries have holiday and summer programs of HOW MANY BOOKS CAN YOU READ which then graduates to become GOOD READS which has chuzpah/nerve/tastelessness to put up for suggeseted readings a lopsided ccorncopia of crap and gold ( so watch your steps).
There is an unstated implication too that literature is like kleenex- use it, set a time to FULLY blow your nose, then chuck it.
what happens to the QUALITY of the reading and writing experience. This is l like the moronic advice handed out by too many socalled "writing coaches" and MFA KMA IMGwriting program teachers
Dang, it’s 49k!😅 I got lazy in the end. But I wrote a short story for a contest, about 1k, so it’s 50k in total.😂 Here’s a snippet from the WIP CIRQUE DU MACABRE (serialized on substack). A cheezy moment on Madeira island. A girl and a... erm... werewolf. Some Spice ahead.
She laid near Mateo on one of those lazy afternoons, with her head on Mat’s chest. Odry loved the scent of his tanned skin - of sunshine, ocean and sweat. She listened to the sound of his heartbeat merged with the waves clashing against the shore. Odry was amazed how comfortable she felt being close to Mat, when not so long ago she couldn’t stand him touching her. Now her fingers playfully danced on Mat’s muscled belly, while both laid on the beach blanket.
“It tickles, kid, stop!” Mat flinched laughing.
“Stop? Oh, really?” Odry teased him. Mateo growled like a furious puppy and pulled her on top of him. Both kissed softly and idly, but Odry rolled off him when their kisses grew hotter. The clear, turquise ocean shone behind him.
Mateo looked at Odry, the wind played in his silvery-grey hair, his amber eyes looked into her grey ones innocently.
“I love you,”
“I love you too, Matty,”
He couldn’t stay away, Mateo pulled Odry closer and kissed her; Odry felt just how desperately he wanted her.
Odry remembered Linden. There were no sparks with Mat, sure, but the rush was still there. It was warm and safe with Mat, and if there were no people around them, she would’ve loved to melt in his arms completely.
“Those people could just disappear… I want you, Odry, I wish I could melt into you, here and now” Mateo whispered in her ear.
/My thougths exactly, Matty…/
Both kept kissing with tourists staring at them.
I did not hit 50k. Maybe half that, which I'm totally fine with. I've won in the past a number of times, so it's not that big of a deal for me anymore. A week away for Thanksgiving didn't help. Multiple WIPs doesn't ever help either. That said, I finally sat down with the Save The Cat book and worked through the story beats for this novel, and I'm absolutely thrilled with the quasi outline this produced for me. I did end up writing six chapters, and recently during my morning commute I both worked out the rest of the current chapter in my head as well as the end of the book, which was still a mystery to me (until now). So, still working on this novel, and my NaNo project will just keep going. It's listed with my others. Everyone is free to friend me on the NaNo site. And congrats, everyone, for just giving it a go. Win or not, it's something to try.
Congrats to all who participated, even if you didn’t make the 50k goal! Three days to go before the end of NaNoWriMo, I was a little less than 5k away from 50k. I was encouraged by the kind words of fellow fictionistas and decided to give a humongous push at the end. I locked myself away, emerging to take my poor dog for bathroom breaks (TMI? which is when I took my own bathroom breaks), and grab something to eat other than from the box of extra toasty Cheez-its I kept beside me. I also found myself writing until 4am for 2 days. I made it to 50, 212 words! Full disclosure (as I pound my head on the table): I had not previously counted my outline, which I had written on the very first day with a little more than 500 words! So, would I take the challenge again? Absolutely! Next time, I’ll be better prepared. Vive le NaNoWriMo!
I hit 49,004 - close!!
Nowhere near the giant word count, but I got some key things solidified that feels worth a whole draft.
I got to just over 51,000. Worked on my non-fiction reference book so there was as much figuring out what should be said where and when as there was writing. Found the seven days a week a bit much, especially when November is the start of the "high-demand season" on weekends.
What I appreciated about it is that it allowed me to create (and maintain) a writing habit. So far so good with December :)
I've gotten used to writing for an hour between 10 and 11 am rather than editing or research or sorting all the piles of notes that seem to build up without me realizing it. Doesn't matter how many words I write, just that I write. That is good for me because there are so many distractions...
I wrote 22,148 words, approximately 44% of the 50K target and enough to know that I will continue to work on it until it's ready to be my 32nd completed novel and the 9th that started as a NaNo project. I am satisfied. Also, in the process the story grew into a trilogy and the ideas generated for book two have inspired me to keep working on book one so I can get to book two.
Made it to 29k and am already excited for the next go round! I need more prep in terms of characters and background research to help me get through the slumps. I’d also like to keep up each day with the word count or come in strong on the first day to give myself a buffer.
Congrats to those who came close, met, or exceeded the goal! I admire what you’ve done and hope to be among you someday.
I don’t know how many words, got to about 10K in a memoir and then changed to memoir in poetry, attempting prose poetry, I have read several books on specifics of prose poetry. Now I have. Memoir about 3/4 through but in several formats. Probably50 poems. Mitch more to do and so so much revision
I attempted a few years ago, and failed with around 30k. Now I write short stories. Haha.
Cracking eyeball open.🤪 I know I usually read everybody’s comments and wave pompoms and stuff before I answer, but this week’s emergency room adventure has wiped me out so I’m gonna point at Jackie’s comment that even taking on this project at all is a win!!! ✊🤘👍🤩
It’s been so cool to do this with other writers again! Sneaking hand out of covers and waving flag. Woooooot to y'all! And no. I haven't forgotten our conversations about ways to continue the momentum. My response here today is part of it... conversations around continuing to be writers even when Life Happens. Plotting with Fearless Leader is in the works. 🤓😈🤓
My final: 54,720
Here’s a taste--welcome back to 1988:
I had a blast doing NaNoWriMo this month! It reminded me of the simple joy of writing for discovery. My characters took my story in unexpected directions, and I just had to run to keep up with them! I'm so glad I decided to join the challenge last-minute this year because it taught me so much. Because it's too much for a comment, I wrote all about the writing lessons I learned here 😊
First time I tried this. Anything to keep me doing the reps necessary to write some decent fiction. I wondered about the emphasis on quantity over quality, but quality (i.e. editing) can come later.
A tiny snippet: His hat pulled low on his face, shoulders hunched, the man absently stroked his worn and shabby overcoat with his gloved hands while studying the young woman sitting across the aisle from him. No one else on the train had caught his eye.
Elena Marconi, her head tilted on the headrest, her brown hair covering most of her face, dozed in the cautious twilight sleep of the solitary traveler. Comforted by the hush of the other passengers, lulled by the rhythm of the train, and hypnotized by the pounding rain on the roof, Elena turned over in her seat, trying to get comfortable.
I realized I haven't reported about my own outcome. I managed to get right over the 50K a couple days early, and am just flabbergasted at my success, as I was able to draft about 2/3 of a novel that I have been trying to figure out for about 20 years. It's not done - I still have a good 30K+ to go, I think - but it's a huge success so far. I'm hoping to finish up the draft by the end of December so I can promptly return to final edits of the previous book in the series so I can send it to beta readers.
Mostly I am just so pleased to see all of the other Fictionistas having some successes, big or small, and hearing from a number of people who never gave this a shot before this year. As I always say, if you wrote words in November that you would not have otherwise written, and/or you learned something new about yourself as a writer or about your work in progress, that's all that really counts, so you're a winner in my book.
Thanks to everyone who participated and shared their outcomes!
Will do. Thank you.
NaNoWriMo didn't quite go as planned this year, but I wrote 17618 words. I've "won" previously on NaNo, so not too concerned with not making 50k. What it did do is get me writing routinely again, and freely. I will continue through December and beyond.
Well done fellow NaNoWriMowers!! It was my first venture with this project. I used it to start a novel that has been kicking around in the back of my mind for a while. I hit 29k, so to paraphrase Beckett, less than I would and about as much as I could . . . . To the naysayers here I would ask why they even bother to join this thread. The word count counts in writing anything. All publishers prescribe word counts, for essays, book reviews, articles and books.
I found this exercise useful because it enabled me to make a start on something new. Now I will leave what I have done aside (to drain as Kipling put it) return to some other WIPs which are draining at the mo and return to this one in the new year, happy that I have something concrete to work with.
Here's the first page of my NaNoWriMo WIP:
His much-caricatured figure was silhouetted in the wedge of light at the open door. No horns, no tail, no cloven foot on show, despite the rumours and gossip. She drew back the dripping hood of her jacket to reveal her upturned face. A smile broke slowly across his usually impassive features.
He nodded, opened the door wide and said, Come in. You must be soaked, you poor creature. He shut the door and gestured to an old bench, telling her to take off her wet things.
They didn’t offer to pay for a taxi, I see, he scoffed. Nothing changes.
She worked one wet boot off her foot and before engaging with the other glanced up at him to say, No, they did. Amazing as it seems. But I said I’d be faster on the train at this time on a wet Friday evening.
So they want me urgently.
Yes. Yes. They’re setting up a conference call for eight o’clock tonight.
Are they now? He glanced at his watch. That gives us an hour. Plenty of time to have a drink first, to warm you up. We will of course be fashionably late.
She shot him a pleading look. It is urgent.
When is it not with them?
Standing in her stockinged feet she felt suddenly small and childlike beside him. I suppose, she said. Maybe a quick drink.