As you may have guessed, the business of writing a novel did not happen this month. Life got in the way; what with a weekend away visiting my sister at college followed (immediately) by a move to Seattle, the momentum of days 1-4 dissipated quickly.
Although things have calmed down a bit (only to pick up steam again, but such is to be expected), I haven’t touched the story in more than a month. Alas.
All the same, I’m glad I opted out of the insanity that would have been attempting to finish the novel in the midst of everything else that was going on. It’s a story that I think actually has potential, and I hope I tinker with it more. Maybe eventually it will emerge on the other side of my imagination.
I’m not sure I’ll give NaNoWriMo a go next year. It was the kick in the pants I needed last year. This year, it reminded me how much I should be writing consistently. If I have this lofty goal of publication, I need to produce something worth attaching to my name and some ink.