Now that the end of Nanowrimo is coming up, I’m sure there will be plenty of writers who will be jumping up and down with joy when they reach that elusive 50k goal. Some may even finish their novels. And if you’re one of them? Well, cheers to you.
I’m also hoping there are a few others out there like me who started Nanowrimo, quickly chucked in the towel on day two, then spent many leisurely evenings sipping wine and… doing nothing much at all.
Regardless of which camp you belong to, most of you can probably relate to or are eagerly anticipating the following nine stages: (and I bloody well hope you can relate, otherwise there must be something wrong with me)
1. You’ve just typed ‘the end’ and… no – no words. No words to describe it
2. But when it does finally sink in .25 seconds later, all you can do is dance around the house like a crazy person – though your housemates are a little confused as to why
3. Then suddenly you’re crying, and it’s one of those full on ugly cries – and you have no clue why and you just want to hide so no one can see
4. But if you’re going to be totally honest – you’re crying because you feel pretty darn chuffed with yourself
5. And you can’t wait to tell all of your
cats friends about your super incredible achievement
6. So you have a huge party to celebrate, which usually involves wine and a whole bunch of crazy shit
7. The next day you’re so hung over that you can’t even adult
8. When the wine fog clears, you realise you don’t even know what to do with your self. What’s the answer to life, the universe and everything?? What’s the reason for being??
9. But then you realise you still have to… EDIT YOUR STORY. And… IT’S NOT OVER. And… YOU MAY AS WELL JUST GIVE UP NOW. It might only be a 200 word flash fiction piece, but that’s beside the point