That Writer Life
I have an ugly baby. Not a literal baby, friends. Calm down. Sorry if I spooked you. No, this ugly baby is not a living, breathing human. It's a book. Well, it's like the precursor to a book. It's a draft. An ugly, ugly, ugly draft. Let me back up a little bit. If you are a "regular" reader of my blog, you might recall back in November I said I was participating in something called National Novel Writing Month {or NaNoWriMo for short}. The goal of that project is to write 50,000 words in 30 days - or the first draft of a novel, essentially. I "won" NaNoWriMo, but I didn't finish the novel. I wrote all 50,000+ words, but the story just wasn't finished yet. So this April, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo. Basically, that's just a shortened version, where you set your own word count goal for the month. And so I pushed through the month of April, and I finished my draft. It is done, and the beautiful thing {the only beautiful thin