I am absolutely exhausted right now, but too triumphant to resist a quick blog post. I did it! I made it to 60,000 words for my novel (though 50,000 words is the goal of NaNoWriMo, decided to shoot for 60,000 this year) and then I kept on pushing through. I wrote 3,337 words today and my novel is now at 63,790 words.
I’m about midway through the second of two big story climaxes, and I think I should have this thing all wrapped up by 75,000 words. What a fantastic feeling!
I’m having a blast with this story, and think I’ve really found my niche in the mystery/thriller genre. I’ve tried my hand at a couple chick-lit books, started a memoir I have no intention of finishing, and started and fizzled on a story about a rock star, but of all these novels the one I’ve loved writing most is this one.
One reason I love it is that I get to indulge my curiosities. For example, today I spent a fair amount of time researching bombs, firearms, and lock picking. My browsing history looks extremely suspect, but I’m having a blast! I’ve looked up cities in Iraq, airport layouts, and made up some completely fictitious but still vaguely plausible stuff. I’m a kid in a candy store, though what kind of person lets a kid into a candy store that has firearms in it?!
I should stop typing now. I’ve reached that punch-drunk stage of writing wherein everything feels awesome and connected but is in no way relevant to anything else.
More to come soon, when I’ve written a little less and am feeling a little less punchy. Mmm, punch…