Today I crossed the finish line on my NaNo novel. It has a tentative name "Twins of
It's not done. All the characters are at the mark, get set, Go! to the climax. but the action and emotion of said climax are yet to be written. And somehow that exhausts me. Nay, it even depresses me.
After finishing I visited a few writer's blogs. people I've met at conferences. People who all seem to be fabulous at keeping up with the writing and illustrating and marketing-making and blogging and selling and doing book tours and etc.
They inspire me, yeah sure, but they also make me feel sick. Like I will never keep up, I will never climb on top of this thing and ride it like a rocket into the stars. I will never be done.
and then i realize --
oh yeah. if i am done, i am dead.
the point is:
be gentle on myself. love the baby steps. AND take a moment to celebrate the big ones (50,000 words in a month!) geez!