It's the day after November. I crossed the finish line last night by just squeaking in under the wire. I had never before wrote more that 5,000 words in a day and yesterday I wrote about 18,000. The writing hangover my brain had this morning was not cool. But I am glad to have today to take a step back, no more pressure and look where the story went. So then I promptly deleted the last 6,000 words because I veered way off. I still stuck with the story but I lost my focus (writing too long does that for me, I may have sleep-wrote?). Today, my male main character tapped me on the head and gave me "the look". Yes, I knew I went in the wrong direction. I was so focused on my word count that I lost track of what he was telling me. We had a nice chat, in which he revealed to me who he really was, and my mouth dropped open like "Oh my God!", and now I cannot wait to finish this story. I have fallen in love with it all over again and it is so crunchy in my head now.
The 30 days of death was a freaking blast! I am still trying to remember all ways I killed my female lead...first death was thrown off a balcony over a cliff into the ocean, drove a car off a cliff, hid in bed and still the ceiling collapsed on her, fell down stairs with a glass of water in hand severing an artery, drowned in her pool, overdose, impaled by falling fire escape, spontaneous combustion, overdose, stabbed herself at the altar in a church (that was fun), overdose. The being crushed by a piano was switched with the fire escape impalement and will come more towards the end (when they are in Vegas).
TGIO. I survived November with no medical accidents and have a smile on my face. This was so much fun. I loved getting together with other Nano people from the area.
*victory dance* Cheers!