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Wow. It's November, come and gone. One of those blurry fast months where you look up and say: where did my month go? Had an enjoyable Thanksgiving weekend, even if our phone company kept giving us a large run around. I'm not concerned, we're dumping them. Going to IP phone. The year is winding down, and I'm getting pretty close to hitting many if not all, of my goals.
Writing: NaNoWriMo sucked the marrow from my bones. This year was more challenging than past years. The Little Man adds more responsibilities, and I try not to let NaNo estrange me completely from the family and friends. I managed to hit the 50K mark on the 27th. Then I promptly keeled over and died. I hope that during the process, I was able to remain rationally social. Mostly, I tried to give up TV time for writing. Which I'm not in the long run unhappy about. My 50K words is not a novel. It's somewhere between one third and one half done. I am making some notes, and shelving the project so that I can come back later.
Just a brief pause to say Congrats to all those who participated in NaNoWriMo this year. I know many of my friends made it (way to go!) and for others, well, life happened. I hope that the challenge was fun, and you had a blast.
Submissions: One outstanding submission. No new ones. I got a few stories just about ready for the critique gang, and then I'll see what I can get out the door. I have a few submission deadlines come up that I want to hit.
Reading: Virtually none. Almost everything I read was to feed the story. I'm log-jammed with reading, and I don't foresee much reading for myself happening until...January? Possibly even February.
I'm looking forward to December. My son's first birthday. The holidays. Using up some vacation time that I've socked away. Family and friends all that great stuff. It's going to be a mad dash through the end of the year. Lots of stuff, writingwise, personalwise, and workwise. (No, those aren't the names of the three wise men.) Now, its time to get back to the grind.
Writing: NaNoWriMo sucked the marrow from my bones. This year was more challenging than past years. The Little Man adds more responsibilities, and I try not to let NaNo estrange me completely from the family and friends. I managed to hit the 50K mark on the 27th. Then I promptly keeled over and died. I hope that during the process, I was able to remain rationally social. Mostly, I tried to give up TV time for writing. Which I'm not in the long run unhappy about. My 50K words is not a novel. It's somewhere between one third and one half done. I am making some notes, and shelving the project so that I can come back later.
Just a brief pause to say Congrats to all those who participated in NaNoWriMo this year. I know many of my friends made it (way to go!) and for others, well, life happened. I hope that the challenge was fun, and you had a blast.
Submissions: One outstanding submission. No new ones. I got a few stories just about ready for the critique gang, and then I'll see what I can get out the door. I have a few submission deadlines come up that I want to hit.
Reading: Virtually none. Almost everything I read was to feed the story. I'm log-jammed with reading, and I don't foresee much reading for myself happening until...January? Possibly even February.
I'm looking forward to December. My son's first birthday. The holidays. Using up some vacation time that I've socked away. Family and friends all that great stuff. It's going to be a mad dash through the end of the year. Lots of stuff, writingwise, personalwise, and workwise. (No, those aren't the names of the three wise men.) Now, its time to get back to the grind.
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I did a miserable 5200 words this year. One TENTH what I needed. All because I couldn't say no to several social obligations.
Okay, not all because of that, but also because I spent most of the year fighting cancer and not doing any writing, outside of blogging, and did no planning on the sad, sickly thing I called a novel this year. OTH, it did steel me to write more this year, in general. I just need to make time to write all year long, not only one month a year.