I've been trumpeting my success across the Internet, but I can't help it. I finished a novel, 50,000+ words in November. All part of the same story. It was part of National Novel Writing Month, something I had been thinking about for about three years, and was finally talked into.
A few things I learned during this experience:
- I'm capable of writing a novel.
- I can churn out a remarkable number of words in a short period of time if I focus
- You might have created your character's lives, but they still tell you what they are going to do
- Urban Bean sometimes plays really weird music, but is always a fantastic place to write
- Quixotic Coffee in St. Paul may pour my favorite cup of coffee in the cities
- Amber, Art, Emily, Erica, Jen, and Ang are fantastic influences
- Dragons are not evil, they just look mean
- Two glasses of wine puts me to sleep, one glass makes me write more
- My cat allergy has gotten significantly worse over the past two years of not living with a cat
- Open Office gets really slow when the document is over 40 pages long
- Dropbox brings piece of mind
- Writing is hard
- Cinnamon Raisin toast with really good butter is excellent writing fuel.
Edit: Also, I hate people asking me what my novel is about. Neither my family or my closest friends know, and I might never share it with another soul, ever. And I'm ok with that.