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I reached the NaNoWriMo 2010 50K word count on the 30th at 5PM with dry eyes, swollen ankles, bandaged wrists, dark cricles and heartburn.

There are many things I regret and many I don’t that I should. I’m going to start with the late ones because these are so much more fun to tell.

I do not regret planning a big part of the plot beforehand, and I should because it drove me CRAZY. It was just so hard to keep truth with the main plot I had designed for the novel! Sometimes I just wanted to write some very fluffy stuff and I was actually stuck in a bloody scene with vomit and death and tears and all I wanted was to write a very warm moment of two people in a cafeteria drinking tea and talking about love.


BUT NO. I had to suck it up and write about blood and tears and ice and death. I am proud of myself for managing to go through that and because I pushed myself out of my nutshell. I don’t regret it because I also found time for coffee shops and kisses.

I do not regret procrastinating. Even though it did make me anxious and made me cry and pushed me to the limit, it also added some fever to it, some challenge and God knows (?) I can’t move a finger if I’m not being p I do not regret messing up the daily word count. Very pretty stats and graphics I find boring and I have to tell you, my graphic is beautiful and desperate! Writing more than 1667 words daily, reading ‘At This Rate You Will Finish On December 08’ IS EXHILARATING. It kills your brain, but in the end (and of course if you make it to the 30
th
alive and to 50K words in time) the craziness it kinda grows on you.

I do not regret being my own everlasting editor. Knowing that I was writing good stuff and that I was writing at my best (at least most of the time) made me keep going. I don’t do things halfway and me without my inner editor means halfway. I didn’t write most of it thinking it was a draft. I dking my month with stuff to do. I had a martial arts tournament, finals, shitons of school projects, and well… NaNo. It was very hard to keep up with everything and I wish NaNoWriMo was held another time of the year because these are always hard times for me, but I guess I’ll just have to cope with it again.

Why yes, I am waiting.

I do regret neglecting my fingernails, they’re hideous right now and I might as well fix them because I’m going out and this is just pathetic. But that’s it, that’s all I regret.

(Except in general putting myself though this by choice that, seriously, is so NOT a good idea if you’re not theleast of a masochist). Now I Have around 47.000 words and about two Thirds of the story, at most. And the magic is? Kept from the 50K I 47K, and 47 from at least 45 Those Are impressively safe. So, 30 days and forty five Thousand Words That Are staying?

It Was an exhausting month and Even Though I Still Have Some jetlag, baggage to recover and the plane's gone, the aftermath of the trip is still tasty.















You may worship me now.

 

P.D. Believe it or not, I already have a plot (or rather two) for next year. It’s either about a 40’s seventeen year old girl who’s apathetic to school and society but it’s in love with her Ethics professor, or about México getting split into two nations, North and South, in the north the Catholic neocapitalists and in the south the Atheist communists. The second sounds better but it will give me pain.  Hey, how about that? Just like this year!