The hardest thing about NaNoWriMo has not been the writing. Sure, struggling through plot holes left gaping due to an incredible lack of planning skills on my part hasn’t been nirvana, but it’s nothing compared to writing 4k a day and then facing down 50 words in an #epicnanoblog post.
Once I’ve hit my 100k target on Nov. 30, I’ll still have another, say, 15k to write before I’ve gotten through my embarrassingly sketchy plot arc. I then have what I’m told will be a painful month or two just to read what is undoubtedly a cringe-worthy first draft. Then, more months of revising and polishing before I’ll let a real editor or a mentor have a gander. So the light at the end of the tunnel is not for the end of NaNo, as I’m just getting started writing the novel for all intents and purposes.
Nope, the light is beckoning me from the black creative abyss that swallowed up my #epicnanoblog posts weeks ago. After Nov. 30, I shall never tweet your hashtag again and for that, I will be extremely, extremely grateful.