Not done the whole book, of course, but done the 50,000 words I vowed to add to my work-in-progress this month. It’s been a tough month and sometimes a bleak one, filled with real-life busyness and deadlines, colds and cold weather, grief and loss. Writing about two tragic fictional deaths while coming to terms with the real-life loss of a friend and colleague was tough at times. But I pulled my characters through marriage, motherhood, World War One, the Spanish Flu, and countless other hardships, only to shatter their lifelong friendship on the rocks of secrets, lies, envy and betrayal. All of which brought me to — well, a little over half-way through the novel; now I just have to chart my course to the end. I could have done it without participating in NaNoWriMo, but the point is, I wouldn’t have. Not in 30 days, anyway.
NaNoWriMo 2010, over and out.