Let me quantify that?
I'm done with this draft. That's far more accurate and far more revealing. See, I have hit 54,111 and that is a bit short of my target, and yet it is where I ended up. I know I now have to print it and step away from it.
I'll store it on a shelf in plain sight in the bedroom and walk past it every day for several weeks. Realistically more like a month or two. I'll peek at the contents ever now and then. I'll open the first page and then put it back. I'll wait until all else is done and then, when the time is right, I'll have to completely overhaul what I've written.
It's going to be a long and taxing edit and I know I'll moan and complain. I'm also hoping I'll laugh and maybe even be pleased during some passages, but over all I know this one hasn't gone anywhere near as well as I'd hoped it would.
That's cool. No big deal. Just means I get to work hard on it all over again.
Today's words are below...
I was convinced it was my job to take out Houlier. I have to tell you, I was all set for a swift hit. Get him out of the way and move on. But then I thought about it, and I realised I was too close. The whole Isabel think would have made it a huge mistake, I’d be easy to trace as her ex husband and if I came to town on the same day he died it wouldn’t be hard for her to put me in the line of the investigating cops.
Something I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of doing.
So I went to plan B and that involved out sourcing. It’s not something I love doing but in this case it had to be done, so I had to find the best way to get the job done. I wanted it to be slightly silly, slightly daft, slightly throw away.
I wanted people to stand by his closed coffin and have to find something else to talk about because the manner in which he died was a topic right off the menu.
What I needed to do was hire a specialist… And that is exactly what I did.
That's the last set of words to be posted from this year. Again I'd point out it's unedited and as it went down on the page, so it hasn't been tickled and prettied before walking out in front of the beauty pageant judges, but still.
I have found this year tough, tougher than the other two years I've done the Nanowrimo. It isn't down to a lack of ideas, more a lack of understanding as to what I was trying to achieve. In the past I've known what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it, and for the most part, I've succeeded. In the two previous years I'd come away feeling very positive.
This year less so. I know there is a mountain to climb on this one and yet know I've climbed mountains before and so why not again?
I'd like to say thanks for popping in. Thanks for reading and following if you did. Thanks for coming on the journey.
Next year is going to be a hugely busy year for me writing wise, and it's good to know that I can produce something even when I'm finding it a slog, even when I've lost my way and even if I'm having to learn about the project as I go along.
In the end, I got the word count and I finished in the month.
For that, if no other reason, I'm a happy man.