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Winner winner chicken dinner.

So, it’s been pretty quiet around here lately. That’s not unusual for this blog, but this time, I actually have good reason.

I just wrote 50,160 words of my first novel.

Guys, I “won” NaNoWriMo! I’m so excited. The final stretch was completed in a library, and I nearly had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming in celebration. I know that the purpose of NaNoWriMo isn’t to “win,” it’s to get you writing consistently. But once that 50,000-word target was stuck in my head, I couldn’t unstick it. This is the first time I’ve ever written this much of a project, and I am beyond stoked and ready to begin the editing/rewriting process.

Thanks for your encouragement while I worked on this project. Did you participate in NaNoWriMo? Did you accomplish your writing goal?


My Friday morning.

I’m off today for Veterans Day, and my Friday morning looks like this:

Good coffee in my cute new mug, my NaNoWriMo project in front of me. I’m nearly 15,000 words in, a little behind schedule, but I think I’ll get caught up today. This afternoon, I’m driving to see my best friend for a much-needed girls’ weekend. It’s a good day.

Do you get a long weekend, too? What are your plans?

(Full disclosure: my plans also include sending Leonardo DiCaprio happy birthday messages telepathically, which I’m pretty sure I’ve done every November 11th for the past thirteen years.)

Happy Veterans Day, and happy Friday!


“I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know, at one time I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.” – the always enjoyable Cary Grant as C.K. Dexter Haven in The Philadelphia Story

Here, friends, is the truth: I secretly (or not so secretly) want to be a writer. 

This itch of mine has been spreading since my first creative writing workshop, which I took my freshman year of college. At that point, I was still a general studies major, which really just meant I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. But I’d always loved writing, and throwing my work into the teeth of this group of people for them to rip it apart somehow just felt right to me. I decided to be an English major with a concentration in creative writing, and I took more workshops each year. A workshop is a scary place, but it’s also where all the good stuff happens for your writing, and I grew both technically and creatively in my program. The best experience was probably when I did my final project, which was to submit x number of pages of a cohesive writing portfolio. I had a phenomonal mentor, who understood what I was trying to do and challenged me to stretch myself. I worked on a collection of flash fiction, deeming myself not able to sustain a normal short story, and certainly not the beginnings of a novel.

My tendency to shy away from big writing projects makes this next bit seem strange: I have decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel by the end of November.

Normally, inspiration comes to me in little flashes, a phrase or an image here and there. Plot is definitely not my strong point, and I never had an idea for anything as substantial as a novel until a few weeks ago. But now, I have multiple characters! I have conflict! I have ideas for how my characters will grow and change!

I jumped in yesterday. 30 days, 50,000 words, and (hopefully) a novel at the end of it. Wish me luck. I’m already 3054 pages in!