The month after the novel before....

I most definitely have a post Nanowrimo hangover.

I managed to finish the damn thing though, finishing off at just over 80,000 words. I got to the end on Saturday night, which means it only took me 28 wo write the whole thing. I'm pretty impressed about that. Now the trauma of editing lies in my path like a bloated fish. I'm not even attempting it until January. I think I need a bit of distance from the act of writing the novel, and then I can try reading it like I would a normal book (as opposed to a 'special' book like mine...).

In the meantime, I'm having the usual struggle with writing. I've edited a bunch of stuff I wrote in October. I've got three good short stories out of it, and I want to extent a some of the other pieces into Novellas/longer short stories.

My current project is a rewrite of Richard III crossed with Hamlet, written as a farce set in an alternate East Midlands. Or at least, it's supposed to be. I have no idea what time period to set it in, or what sort of world. To be fair, I've only written about 500 words so far, and it's shit. Give me the benefit of the doubt (whatever that means. What does that mean?) I've had a very bad cold, and I'm out for most of the next week in the evenings. And I've had to go to college a couple of times this week. I've not had a lot of time for writing.

But, the show must continue.

Here's to the Future! And Novels! And Christmas! And the knowledge that whatever happens, we will always end up somewhere! Hurrah!

Gosh, I feel like writing a National Noval Writing Month style pep talk now.