The Last Day

It's the end of November, and the end of NaNoWriMo.

I'm not exactly finished, as far as the contest is concerned, but as far as the novel is concerned, I am, in fact, done.

(giggling)

I wrote a novel! It's almost as fulfilling, and thrilling, and a million other bright and shiny words as lovely as giving birth, yet of course, no where close. Just in the sense that it makes me feel whole. It gives me hope.

I'm finished.

Novel number two for me, though with the first one, I had to go back a month or two later and tack on the ending. This one, though, smoothed itself right into that final chapter. Going gently into the writerly good night one hour ago.

I feel so giddy and alive now! As cheesy as that sounds. It's true. And I don't allow myself to feel such things very often. I'll blush over this later. I'm getting very shy in my old blogging age. I just don't know when to be quiet. I've been extremely quiet here lately for the sake of this contest. I'm sorry for basically being dead. For not being a good friend. It did result in a novel, though, so I guess that's understandable.

I just worry too much. And not today. I'm going to let myself be happy today. My cheeks hurt from smiling, and my hands hurt from typing, my heart and head from writing, but it's worth it. Despite the isolation, the loneliness, and having no time to play.

Today is supposed to be stormy. Ice, snow, and rain. Even a possible tornado. And watch it come barreling through here and eat my shoebox, along with my computer. I better put that novel on a disk and strap it to my side. I can't believe it's finished! I feared this year would be a wash, as far as my writing was concerned. I wasted most the summer, thinking I would write a novel, but could never get past the first few chapters on either attempt. I came back, and thought I'd get all caught up with everyone, but then an unexpected creative rush found me, and I wrote that short story I hope to get published. And now this novel. It's all falling into place. I'm ecstatic!!

I of course breathe a sigh of Ash, settle down, it probably won't happen for you, and you'll only get your hopes up, but still: it's nice to revel in my optimism. As rare as it is.

Off to win this contest...

I hope everyone is well. :)