Confessions of a Literary Addict

Okay, I’m about to blow all y’all who have been around for more than one of my NaNo escapades out of the water.

Like. Blown. Straight out. Because this rebellious, procrastination-station ass right here? Actually managed to win Camp NaNoWriMo.

*collective gasp, likely from all my past selves that attempted this before*

*cue Chtulhu-like armageddon*

Not only that. I wrote more than I expected I would.

*and here comes the hellfire*

Okay, but, jokes aside, I went into this one expecting to utterly fail. Even though I set my bar so, so low. I’m just not good with goals I make myself strive for, especially when I set them for myself. So when I came out the other end with about 6k more than my original 15k goal, I was a little more than shocked at the outcome.

That’s right. I wrote about 21k words in a month. It’s not the 50k expected of a normal NaNoWriMo, but someone hand me a medal anyway.

(Of course haven’t exactly written much since, but what can you do.)

Onto the next!