It is official. I am a novelist. I am a novelist. I’d like to repeat that again, but I wouldn’t want to sound pompous.
Not that I am. Not at all. But, I DID IT!
30 days ago, I wrote about my challenge. 30 days, 50,000 words. Boo-ya! (A ridiculous expression, that I will try never to use again, but just seems fitting).
Today I wrote that last sentence. 50,013 words. I’ll be honest and say those last 400 words were the hardest. I may have added in a few extraneous sentences at the end. Just saying. And, if I’m being honest, I had written 2500 words before I posted about my challenge. So, it took me a little longer than 30 days.
But, this is what I have accomplished:
- I, Kelly Woods, have written a novel.
- From the day I decided to go for it, for real, on February 12th, it took me 30 days to finish
- For 30 days, I wrote every day, no less than 1600 words, save 1 day, when I wrote 500, and one day I took off
- I have rediscovered my love of writing
Once I have time to decompress, I’ll have to reflect on what I have learned through this journey. One thing I know, I have eaten a lot of chocolate this month. Another thing, my husband has been feeling pretty ignored.
Finally, if I may be so bold, I think I will (unapologetically) start calling myself a writer.