Here I am again, the good side of NaNoWriMo’s finish line. I’m far from the first to cross it, and in just 2 more days, a few hundred thousand other writers across the globe will have joined us. It’s a good feeling, as long as I don’t think about what comes next:
Last night I dreamt about being given an old jigsaw puzzle — a symbol so obvious that I can’t pretend I don’t get it. My draft is all out of order, teems with inconsistencies, even lacks some critical pieces.
Let’s see if I can drag a novel out of it before April.