I did it. In thirty days I managed to write 50,000 words, breaking a new personal record and winning for the first time the challenge of National Novel Writing Month. It was a heroic journey: I sailed to new heights and fell to new lows. I wrote the most I’ve ever written in a single day, and gave up all hope of ever writing a single word again. I overcame my internal editor (and, man, that biyatch fights dirty!) and I emerged reenergized about why I write: I love it.
On November 1st I was full of hope. 1,667 words a day? Sure, that’s a doable challenge. No, I haven’t ever written that much for more than two days in a row, but hey, a little discipline will be good for me.
I chugged along, the little engine that could, reaching the daily minimum and retiring to lose myself in another Suzanne Brockmann novel. Eventually it got easier as my brain muscles accustomed to writing every day. Some days I was visited by flashes of inspiration, when my fingers typed out of control and my story stormed out like a force of nature.
Then there were days when one thousand words might have been ten thousand, and it was all I could do to make my characters stand up, shake hands, and say “how do you do?”.
Fun and games made an appearance: designing a mock cover and writing a blurb. I traveled a bit. Read most of Suzanne’s Troubleshooter Series. Fell in love with Jules Cassidy and Sam Starrett.
I was excited to make it over the edge on November 15th, but it turned into a false victory, because days later I hit my breaking point: I dissolved into tears. I gave up. I deleted the NaNo word counter from the sidebar of my blog. I started looking for a real job.
All was lost.
So I bought seven new Brockmann novels and flew to Mexico, where a few days under the tropical sun with my favorite alpha hero restored my sanity.
Somehow, my characters hadn’t got the memo that they had been abandoned. They followed me to the beach. They followed me to the Mayan ruins. They followed me freshwater cave snorkeling. I began to feel antsy about getting those words on paper again.
I turned the laptop back on.

And I wrote.
And wrote.
And wrote.
(All through the night.)
In those last three days, twelve-thousand words tumbled out of my brain and made their way onto the screen. Yesterday, I discovered that I am not a quitter. If I really put my mind to it I can churn out six-thousand words in a single day AND read two novels. On an airplane no less.
Brick walls are there to let you know how badly you want something.
And I want it. I want it bad.
Congratulations to all the other NaNo winners and participants out there. We did it!