Because I'm a glutton for punishment, I decided to take on another challenge for the month of November.  Rather than focusing on the outside (and a little inside, as it so happened) I am trying to finish my book.

That's such a frightening word to type out.  Book.  This seems to imply a finished product, when it is in fact far from.  I originally wrote the entirety of my fantasy, young adult novel when I was thirteen.  It was 251 handwritten pages telling the story of a girl who finds herself in a new world and the adventures and perils that occur because of it.  The original, to be quite frank, was crap.  But I was thirteen, so I forgive myself.  I started to rewrite my senior year of high school, this time typed.  It was a lengthy process trying to integrate my original ideas (which involved a lot of winged cats) to a more mature novel.  Unfortunately, all progress that was made and the original document were lost when my house burned down.  The impact of this didn't quite reach me until my senior year of college when I decided it was time to start over.

So I started.  And stopped.  About 7500 words in I hit a wall and just stopped writing.  Until now.  My goal is to pump out 50,000 words, which is approximately 1667 words a day.  I haven't quite met that goal everyday, but I'm writing, and that's what matters.  After all, it takes 21 days to make a habit, and I intend on making one.

If you want to read more about my NaNoWriMo journey, click here to head over to my writing blog.  If you're doing NaNoWriMo too, I'd love to hear how you're doing!

God Bless.

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