I am officially finished with Nanowrimo 2008.
It was the biggest piece of compost I've ever written filled with grammatical and spelling errors. Punctuation was a non-entity.
That's beside the point, however. It's supposed to be trash.
After Christmas, this rough draft will be transformed into something of a Western novel worthy of my father's approval.
I say that because my father taught me my love for Westerns and turned me onto Louis L'Amour.
When all is said and done and it is worthy of some great cover art, the dedication will reflect that - that he was the inspiration for my book.
So many ends left to tighten, though. So many plot twists that aren't exactly as exciting as they could be.
Important details pushed aside to get to the meat.
Then meat undercooked in the interest of a deadline.
Fun, exhausting, aggravating, challenging, and I'd do it all again next year.
I'd also like to thank my writing buddy, Lydia, who prodded me to write and in the last hours of nanowrimo when I had a nagging headache, a house full of loud and annoying children, Thanksgiving and Christmas plans that needed to be done but her
I'd also like to thank my mother for encouraging typing lessons. 165 wpm makes a great deal of difference.
Finally, I'd like to thank the academy, the makers of nanowrimo, and most of all God.
You like me. You really like me.