Well here it is the last day of the month and I stopped writing the actual novel at 16,038. Not that I don’t accept that I didn’t win. I do. I have accepted it since November 10,2017. I realized that I had too many pressing things that needed to be done instead. With that in mind, I proceeded to write horizontally instead of vertically. I began to write letters, welcome letters, recruiting letters, Thank you letters, and then my usual correspondence with my friends and family. Always tap tap tapping away at the keyboard. Creating, yes, but not building a novel. Instead, I was deliriously happy creating posts,creating pages on a website, creating pages on a Mystery Thriller Week Facebook group pages and the Mystery Thiller Week Organizational page.
It was like the Frankenstein movie from the black and white days of the 30’s. I was hiding from the sunlight tapping on keys waiting on the lightning to provide the energy I needed to bring my pages to life.
I had all my inboxes organized and adjusted just waiting for the next day’s influx of authors, bloggers, vloggers, interviewers, curious bystanders and hesitant writers. I never had to wait very long, in a little over 30 days we had collected a fine group of authors numbering over 100. A brave and daring 60 bloggers, book reviewers, and interviewers clamored to the site joining forces to bring this future event to be. Writing, planning, plotting, scheduling was consuming my every waking moment. Always with the press of time against me. Why fret about a time crunch when the event is almost 80 days away?
I am going to be gone most of December with limited amounts of time on the computer. Why should I be on the computer when I am going to be spending time with my beautiful baby daughter and her four amazing precious children. I have been offered the opportunity to ice fish. My laptop does not want to be that close to water, even frozen water.
I do not want to stop hugging and snuggling my four adorable Michigan grandchildren even for an hour. But I will. I am completely addicted to this computer after all. Some facts can’t be sugarcoated or whitewashed. My name is Vicki and I am addicted to my computer. I have physical withdrawals when I can’t go online. I admit I have a problem but that issue is best left for another day.
With today, the last day to drag myself to the NaNoWriMo finish line, I must bow out and acknowledge, I did not cross the finish line, I will not cross the finish line, but I can admit I have had the most amazingly creative and productive November ever.
I have made numerous new friends, starting with Benjamin and Sherrie, as well as about 100 authors, narrators, writing specialists and 50 or so bloggers that I am now following and reading and several others that I never would have met had I held my nose to the NaNo grindstone and not looked around at this budding event we call Mystery Thriller Week.
I have a week until I leave for about 23 days. I will be posting along on the blog, but this is my Nano confession. I did not come out a winner in the sprint, but I am definitely a winner in the long run.
When I get back, I will be once again sorting through my inbox organizing my little heart out. But know, I will have a smile on my face and lots of files and sticky notes to keep me busy.
Hello, December! Happy birthday to Sarah the six-year-old who will after this post be known as Sarah the seven- year-old!