I just read the last blog post I made, and it was back in March, only a few months after I was hired by deviantART.
I've since moved to Hollywood, and I walk to work every day. Sometimes run. Or skip. Sometimes I slip on the wet sidewalk and narrowly avoid faceplanting on someone's star. It can be surreal at times to think of where I was and where I am now, but it's even crazier to think that it's just the beginning of so much more.
NaNoWriMo is in full swing, and while I don't advocate writing 50,000 words in a month, I've been using it as a tool to prove to myself that YES, I CAN FINISH THIS NOVEL. 150,000 words and zero endings ago, I panicked and tossed away two novels that were particularly close to my heart. I thought that having an idea was enough, and that if I wrote and wrote and wrote, it would resolve itself eventually.
My first novel took me to 72,000 words before I realized it was futile.
My second novel took me to 20,000 words before I knew I was wrong.
And I rewrote.
And I gave up.
So here we are with a freshly planned novel, a complete scene-by-scene map with enough room for flexibility and 41,000 words.
I'm feeling pretty good.
Learning that it is all a learning process and that there won't ever be one right way to write a novel was huge for me, and I hope that I keep finding these useful bits of knowledge as I (OH GOD I HAVE TO FINISH IT THIS TIME) finish this novel.