Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
I have a relatively short post for you today, as I'm about to start my Christmas holiday. That means I won't be posting again until the week of New Year's, when I will have my annual New Year's post (which I am definitely looking forward to). I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
And yes, that is a big part of this post--
I hope that your holiday (whether it's Christmas or not) is wonderful, bright, joyful, and full of happiness. I hope that you are surrounded by goodness and reminded of all of the wonderful things in life. I wish you every happiness.
Christmas is my favorite holiday, not only because it is a fun holiday, but because it reminds us of the best things in life, one of those being: hope.
One of my characters learned this the hard way...
Some years ago, during a Christmas that really didn't feel like Christmas at all, I came up with the idea for the first book in what would become my Christmas series, entitled Clara Claus. I had always wanted to write a story about Christmas, only I wasn't entirely sure what said story should be about -- plenty of Christmas stories have already been told, and I didn't want to take the "normal" route. What I ended up writing was a story about some of my favorite Christmassy characters or things -- the Snow Queen, Jack Frost, the North Wind -- but by the end of book one it had become so much larger than just a simple Christmas story.
By the end of book one I had a dilemma: should I write more or leave it? Part of me wanted to, and part of me loved the story the way that it was. I mentioned my uncertainty in my first author's note (a very good lesson for me in how much you should elaborate), and a reviewer said: "I want the sequel!" When I began to see how much people liked this story, I began to think more about writing, well, more of it, because if both the readers and I wanted to read more, then more should probably be had.
This story, this series, means a lot to me, and I think that these books are wonderful ways to explore Christmas, and the things tied to it, like family and love. I set out to write a Christmas story, but I ended up crafting a fantasy world where multiple sides of Christmas are explored, and it has been plenty of fun. The stories keep coming.
But at one point I thought about quitting -- at least for a while. I believe that was some time earlier this year, in fact, when I mentioned to my readers that I wouldn't be releasing another book for this series until at least next year (note: that ended up being untrue, though not intentionally; see below). I was still in the middle of my writing funk, and though I knew where I wanted to go with the series, it was difficult to think of writing more in that moment.
I am a firm believer that as writers, sometimes all we need is a break, a recharge, a chance to collect our thoughts and our writing souls, and then keep pressing forward. If I've learned anything this year, it's that.
It turns out that really was all I needed: a break.
Nothing in writing this series has been easy. Clara Claus was the first book I ever published, when I still didn't know a lot about self-publishing or how the business worked. It has had multiple revisions, a new cover, and I have given it new life with short stories. In between writing Clara Claus and the sequel, Clara Snow, I took a chance and delved into the "past" of this world to tell readers the story of the Sugar Plum Fairy...and in turn discovered that two more characters existed that I had not known about, one being my series' villain, whom I have grown to love, and who has pushed this series along with his twisted plots.
Readers love to be surprised by plot twists and turns when they are reading -- and I can tell you that writers love to be surprised by their stories just as much; stories have a life of their own, and you never know what they are going to do.
To date, I have release two full-length novels, one novella, and three -- yes, three; one is new! -- short stories in this series, and there is still story to tell. I have picked this series back up, and am working once again on it, and though I can't give anything away, I can say that the discovery of Christmas is still the same: every story has something new to say about the holiday, and something new to say about hope.
I can't wait to see what happens next, and to finally give this series the ending it deserves: one unexpected, thrilling, and full of hope.
~ New Release! ~
Not long ago, I came up with the idea for this new short, The Christmas Angel, which tells the story of how Clara's parents met.
It's a sweet story that allowed me to write about two characters we haven't seen much of (yet), and I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you all will really enjoy reading it while you're awaiting the next story in the series (there's no set date of release yet, but when there is, you will find out here!) The short is currently available on Amazon and Smashwords, and should be available at BN.com and iBooks by the end of the week, if not before.
Right now I'm also having a sale on my Christmas books! All three shorts, including the new one, are on sale for $0.99 (and equivalent), and Clara Claus is currently available FREE. Thank you for your support, and happy reading!
You can find the Snowflake Triplet books at: BN.com, Amazon, iBooks, Smashwords, with more regions listed on the Snowflake Triplet page.
Again, everyone: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
I hope your December has been wonderful so far, and that you're having a lovely holiday season. I know that I am! I recently purchased my tree (a bit late; thankfully they still had some left!), and he is simply gorgeous. It's this time of year that we rush about buying presents and spending time with family, but it's also a good time of year to rekindle our hopes and dreams, so I'm writing up a post concerning that.
A note: Also, last Friday was Walt Disney's birthday! Happy belated, Walt. You've taught me so much. In celebration, I'm going to use some of Walt's quotes in this post. I hope they inspire you, too.
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Life is full of ups and downs. Naysayers. High-brow people with little monocles over one eye, examining everything you do, and everything you write (or so my writing group likes to say). It can be difficult to move forward in life with so much weight pressing in upon you, and sometimes it seems like your dreams are so, so far away.
Am I doing this right? Am I doing this wrong? Should I change direction? Should I make another decision? Is it too late?
I don't believe it's ever too late to achieve your dreams, to go after what you want, so long as you believe that you can achieve them. That doesn't mean it will be easy, and that doesn't mean it will all fall into place. It also doesn't mean that the achievement of your dreams will look exactly like you thought, but it's worth fighting for anyway. Successful people are the people who do not give up. They are not always the strongest, the most intelligent, or even the most well-equipped: but they aren't quitters.
I don't believe that anything comes easy. I believe that hard work is always involved -- and mistakes, clean slates, admissions, and of course, heart. I'm always talking about research -- and yes, don't just believe, do your research. Find ways around problems. Do your best. Learn your history.
If you want to be a sports star, train, read up on your sport, take advice from people who have come before you, carefully think over your options and opportunities, and choose the one that best suits you. If you want to publish, then do the same. Research, look over your options, innovate, try and fail, try and succeed, read the fine print (that goes for any career, actually).
When we come up against walls, we need to find ways around them -- and sometimes even ways through them -- instead of allowing them to block our paths. There is beauty in hope and faith, and they are important things to kindle, but logic is an important part of the equation, too.
"No one can ask better of you than your best", my mother has always said. Growing up, I heard this again and again, and I honestly wish that I had listened to her sage advice sooner -- but then that's life; sometimes we must learn the hard way. We often spend so much time trying to please someone else, or to please some ideal, that we can get lost in the process.
Is it too late? Have you failed? Have I failed?
Whatever it is you're aiming for, keep going. You're not too young, you're not too old, you're not stupid, or ugly, or less than in any way. Throw away that high school mentality, and get to being the best you that you can be, whatever that entails.
Whatever it is that keeps holding you back, whatever it is that keeps getting in your way: let it go (and yes, that song is now going to be stuck in my head...again). You never know what you will accomplish when you let fear go, and tackle your dreams with everything you have. There is a difference between having delusions of grandeur when it comes to your dreams, and having faith and confidence that you are able to achieve what you wish to achieve.
Last post I spoke concerning wanting to publish traditionally. This has always been a dream of mine, and I've never stopped wanting it. I really enjoy self-publishing, and perhaps I will end up being a hybrid author, something I think I would also enjoy, but that first dream has never gone away, and I doubt it ever will. It's my personal dream, and I have confidence that I can achieve it -- just as I have confidence that my connected dreams can be achieved. Is this blind ambition or an overabundance of pride? No, it's not. It's simply faith, backed by the knowledge that I am good at my craft. And whatever dream you have, whatever your heart has always been steering you towards, whatever your cultivated talent is, is the same: achievable. Confidence and haughtiness are not the same thing.
Allow yourself to be confident -- in fact, strive to be confident. It won't erase the bumps in the road or the trials, but if this is what you want to do, then don't back down, and don't allow yourself to doubt. Be wise, and seek wisdom, but be confident in your ability.
When your heart is in something, it's the thing itself that matters -- not the potential profits, not the amazing deals, and not the celebrity status (that most of us don't reach, anyway); money really doesn't matter at the end of the day, and focusing on it will only make you miserable. My family said to me recently that if you focus on your work, and do your best with it, then all of the good things will follow naturally, and I agree. Again, it won't be easy, and it may take longer than you want (or think it will), but hard work pays off. Keep focusing on the quality of your work, on your strengths (though don't ignore your weaknesses; work on your weaknesses), and the reason why you do what you do.
What makes your work exciting, interesting, fun? What fuels this passion of yours? Is it a love for people? A love for innovation? A love for science, or politics, or the arts? A love for history? A love for language?
Mine is certainly for a love of language, and new worlds, and the communicating of ideas. That's my passion. What is yours?
Whatever it is, follow it, and keep it in your sight. Don't worry about what is on the side of the car, trying to distract you. Be mindful of and learn from the past, but don't keep your focus on the rear-view mirror, either.
My often-said, favorite Walt Disney quote can be summed up as: "Keep moving forward."
Whatever adversity you are facing, instead of allowing it to try you, to get you down, or to frustrate you, use that adversity to do something productive. Channel it, instead of wallowing in it, instead of allowing it to cloud your vision. It's only human to get upset, to become frustrated, to be downtrodden when we are faced with difficult situations or when things simply do not seem to be going the right way, and of course when others openly doubt us. But we can choose how we react, and we can choose to do something good with those feelings.
Let it go. Use that energy for your craft. Run. Make something. Solve a problem. Teach your best lesson. Program a new robot. Tackle that story again -- or, perhaps better, put your characters in a similar situation as you, to make them more human; allow them to react to your situation, and you may just find some clarity.
Emotions are fickle, but ultimately we can choose how we act, how we believe, what we put our energy into. Keep believing, keep learning, keep pressing towards your goals, and when challenges arise, find ways through them, learn from them, and then let them go.
Keep following your dream, no matter what. You can do it!
Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
I have been contemplating what I would put in this post for quite some time now, but as I sit here at my desk, hot and comforting cup of English Breakfast beside me (we must always have tea, of course), I feel as though it is finally the right time to write this post.
Some time ago (in October, which seems like centuries past now) I wrote my annual publishing anniversary post, talking about some things I've learned about publishing, writing, and myself over the last year, and the years before, but today I want to talk a bit about my publishing history too, and...my future?
I put a question mark there because it's difficult to say what will happen in said future. I am confident, certainly, and I know what I think will happen, what I want to happen, but what we want is often not what we get -- because often, what we get is in so many ways much better and stronger than what we want.
Such has been the case with my self-publishing: it has certainly not been anything I thought it would be, but in many ways it has been better, because I've learned so much from it, and have seen a side of myself that I would not have seen otherwise.
I began publishing when I was nineteen, starting off with my Christmas Fantasy book, Clara Claus, which has become a fan favorite, something that always warms my frosty (pun) heart. This was in 2010, when e-books were really taking off, when everything was still new and exciting...when no one could tell where the market was going (as if they could now). I considered traditional publishing heavily, because that has always been my dream, sent out plenty of queries, and though the responses I received were nice and encouraging, no one wanted my manuscript(s). So I tried again. And again. And again. And again. I didn't want to give up, but it can be very difficult to keep pressing forward when you're constantly rejected.
And, to be honest, my age didn't help any. Everywhere I went, if I mentioned I was a writer, people looked at me as if they couldn't believe I could form a coherent sentence -- let alone a book full of them, let alone more than one book! One person actually asked (told) me: "Aren't you too young to be a writer?", complete with a scowl and a derisive tone. I tried not to hold it against them, and afterwards I forgave them for saying it, because I understood where they were coming from, because "traditionally" most writers are older, but those words, and the feeling -- like a sword in the heart, like a splinter shoved deep underneath your nail -- will never go away, and will probably never be forgotten.
I learned at a young age, thanks to my time in the theatre and ballet, that you cannot hold onto criticism, and you cannot, no matter how cruel it might be, allow it to break your spirit. But though I have learned this, and I know it well, it never gets easier to swallow comments, or to push them aside and draw close to reaffirmations.
I am twenty-three now, soon to be twenty-four, and I still get strange looks, snide comments, and the like when I tell people that I am an author. They haven't gone away, though through the years I have met people who can recognize that it doesn't matter how old you are -- all that matters is the words -- and those people constantly lift me up. So what if I'm not even twenty-five yet? Who said an author had to be older? Authors are as various as the stories that are penned, and that is a good thing. Age difference, background, religion, experience: all of these things give us different perspectives that should be respected, not tossed into the void.
Over four years ago (I started querying at about 17, I think), as the rejection letters poured in, and the market went crazy, and I searched for some way to be a writer despite the scowls I was receiving, I walked into a bookshop. It was a little bookshop, cozy and quaint, with wonderful shelves and a little cafe. On the side there was a large room where they held art classes for kids, and in the back there was a small cinema where they played old-fashioned cartoons, and independent, and black-and-white films. My mother and I happened upon the bookstore simply by chance -- if you believe in that sort of thing.
Inside I searched, wide-eyed, as I do whenever I go into a bookstore. Fingers drift over spines, I inhale the sweet, musty smell of old pages, and the books seem to speak to me. Bookstores are a beautiful thing. But the real magic came when I went to pay for my books, and met the owner of the bookshop. I am ashamed to say that I cannot remember her name -- I've always been terrible with names -- but I can remember her face. She was a middle-aged woman, perhaps nearing her fifties, and she had curling hair, pulled back, brown. The air of an author hung about her, the air of literary dignity, and she thanked us for coming into the store. Then she mentioned her books, and pointed them out to us. They stood directly behind me on a loving little shelf of their own: children's books with unique covers, which reminded me of mosaic stones. I flipped through the books and was amazed, and then I told her the terrifying truth: that I was a writer, too.
Only this woman didn't scoff, didn't judge. She was happy to hear it, and she asked me what I wrote, if I was going to get published, how long I had been writing. Finally, I was a peer instead of a sad little teenage girl with a dream she couldn't possibly fulfill until she was at least fifty (because aren't writers supposed to be at least fifty, maybe forty, maybe in their late thirties, if they're lucky?). We talked for quite a while, and it felt amazing, to finally be considered a writer -- and especially by someone who was published! But then she told me that she had published herself, and that I should look into it.
I'll admit, I was skeptical. Self-publishing was still considered...eh...at that point, despite the fact that some people were doing quite well selling e-books (for my opinion on pricing, see this post). But with the mass of rejections, and the fact that nobody seemed to want to take me seriously due to my age, I decided to look into it. I bought books, I read every online article I could, I researched. I did my best, but the sad thing is: they don't (or didn't) tell you up front how hard self-publishing is, and how it takes just the right type of person to be truly successful at it, and though my family helped me research and plan and plot, they knew nothing about publishing or how it worked, either. I'm not sure that anybody knew the ugly truth at that point, or if they did, they were hiding the information. Another 19 year old girl who has dreams nobody seems to take seriously might have quit, but I'm far too stubborn for that, so I decided to try it.
People (who don't scoff) often tell me that it's amazing how far I've come, and how much I've accomplished. However, to be honest, though I appreciate their support, I don't often feel like I've come very far at all, or that I've accomplished all that much -- not compared to what I want to accomplish. It's these times where I have to sit down and remind myself that, though things did not turn out as I expected, I have actually accomplished a lot...maybe not what I wanted, but perhaps what I needed.
Through my four years self-publishing I have released nearly twenty books, though not all of them are still published -- due to the fact that many of them have been experiments, have been ways for me to try different writing techniques, release times, story ideas, both to see what works in the market and what doesn't; the information alone is very valuable to me. I have had several bestsellers on Amazon -- not all of them free, though that still technically counts...in a way -- and I've had several book singings where I've been able to meet readers and, most importantly in my book, encourage plenty of budding authors, young and old. I've split my work into two pen names, then rehashed my pen names, to see what it's like to be writing as someone else; I even designed a second website. And speaking of that -- I learned how to create a website (and what doesn't work terribly well for said website), how to format, create covers, market; some of these things I learned in college in my design classes, but many I either had to learn how to apply, or had to learn from scratch. I have learned what form of marketing works and doesn't work for me personally, and I have seen marketing change exponentially. I have become a better public speaker through the talks I have done at schools and for NaNo (as liaison). I have taken many risks, and tried many new things, and though plenty of them didn't work out, at the end of the day I can say this: I had the courage to try.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I had a writing mid-life crisis (writing crisis?), where I could write very little for nearly a year. I fell out of touch with my writing, and became so frustrated with everything. I found myself in a dark, depressive hole that I could not get out of, which connected to my personal life, as well. It was a terrible year for me, and it also caused many changes in my writing life, and in my life in general. I witnessed the effect of this darkness on my work and my publishing, and then...I had to fight to overcome it. I was able to pull myself out of that hole, and now I am back to writing, and slowly becoming stronger than ever. This is another thing that "going at it alone" has taught me: no matter the seemingly unsurmountable challenge before you, never give up.
I write all of this to say that I'm incredibly grateful, though sometimes I forget it, for everything that I have been through, and all that it has taught me. Despite the difficulties, what I was given was, while not what I wanted, exactly what I needed. It has made me stronger, as trials do, and now I'm ready to take on the next leg of my journey.
What might that be, Alexandra? Well: querying. Things truly do come full circle.
Though I have enjoyed many things about self-publishing, I have come to understand that it simply isn't the best route for me. I have never given up my hope and dream of one day being part of a large team, part of a publishing house, of seeing my book on the bookstore shelves (say what you like about print, but it still means the world to me), seeing my name and my book listed on a publisher's site -- and I'll admit, a film would be great, too...or maybe a musical, a la Wicked; I aim high, always. This is my dream, and I'm prepared to fight to the death for it. It may take years, much sweat and tears, but nothing worth having comes easy.
But again, this gives me the chance to try something new. The book I am querying you may be familiar with: it is the first book in my Knight Blood series (you may have noticed I have unpublished it from e-book sites, because I personally don't feel right about querying a book I'm currently trying to sell). But Alexandra, that book has already been published! You're rocking the boat! Yes, yes, you're right. It has. I am. But the thing is: I really adore this story, and it means a lot to me. I know you're not supposed to get sentimental with business, but this is my story -- I fostered it, I created it, I sat up with it at night when it couldn't sleep; it's my baby. I understand that some agencies still don't like the idea of pitching to re-publish something after it's already been out, probably because if it didn't sell well then, they don't think it will sell well with a publisher behind it, either. I understand that, though I don't necessarily agree, especially since the consensus is large: you (generally) can't succeed well at self-publishing unless you have plenty of money to market, or just money in general, because it is, at its heart, a business. 19 year old me didn't understand that well enough, and I in no way wish to push aside responsibility for my decisions, but in the same token I don't want my story to automatically be pushed aside either because of my "mistake".
So, I'm trying. I'm trying with this book first. If no one wants it, then so be it. I will try again with another, non-published book. I will try harder. I will keep trying. If I paved my own course, becoming one of those "too young" writers, and finding success in that (though maybe not most peoples' definition of success), then there really isn't anything I should be afraid to try.
Go after your dream. Chase it down. Don't stop until you've grasped it.
Hello, dear readers, and welcome!
I am back, I am back, I am back! I hope you all had a wonderful November, and if you're part of the NaNo crowd, a wonderful NaNoWriMo.
As is tradition, I am writing my "What I Learned From NaNoWriMo #Year" post, and I hope you enjoy it. This NaNo was extremely different for me, and in plenty of ways extremely tough, but I feel that it was a good November overall...to find out why, browse below!
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I have been participating in NaNoWriMo since 2009. It was a flurrying year -- like a storm of snowflakes -- because I was young(er), and NaNo was new to me, and I was brimming with excitement for this challenge. I started a day late, actually, because I entirely forgot about NaNo due to a test I had (I was taking French #1 at the time), but that night I hashed out quite a few words. It was exhilarating, liberating, and when I reached 50K (in less than a month), I was thrilled. Look how much I wrote!
Fast-forward to the next year: same time, same excitement. That year I tried a completely new-to-me genre, and I attended the write-ins for the first time. Wow, other writers who are as crazy as I am (maybe)! It was fantastic, and I had so much fun. I even wrote a bit over 76K that year, the highest amount of words I've ever written for a NaNo story, I think. And when NaNo ended, and our region's ML said he was going to pass the torch -- and wanted to pass it to me, of all people -- I was thrilled.
Unfortunately, I missed the signup date to be ML for the next year -- and the year after that. So, I made myself "unofficial" ML, and hosted parties and write-ins. Again, NaNo was fun -- for the third year, at least. I was able to push the boundaries of my writing further, penning one of my first ever sequels. But by the fourth year, I was beginning to have trouble (in hindsight, this may have been because I was writing a novel I was dared to write, and though I liked it, it was honestly completely outside of my comfort zone).
Fast-forward again to year five, where I became official ML for the first time. Oh my goodness, the work! Some may speculate what is particularly taxing about being an ML, but as an introvert who is extremely perfectionistic, it was difficult. I enjoyed it, but it was difficult. Planning, answering inquires, planning again, and attending every one of our write-ins: time consuming and stressing. It was hard to focus on my novel, because I was helping other people through the issues they were having with theirs -- why I signed up in the first place, because I love to foster writing spirits, but not quite what I was expecting. I began to fall behind in my word count, and of course I didn't want to lose NaNo, or get too far behind, because that would hardly be inspirational to my Wrimos! The result: I finished NaNo, but it was a struggle.
I say all of this to start my real story: about this year, 2014's, NaNoWriMo.
This year I signed up once again to be ML, as no one seemed interested in taking the torch, and it's really a better event if there are local write-ins, and someone is there to help you if you need it. I plotted, I planned, I bought and stuffed goodie bags for the Wrimos, purchased notebooks; I went all out, even creating a calendar for my team. Pre-NaNo, I was very excited. I wanted to start writing back in September, the idea really alive, but I waited, because it wasn't November yet (I should really have listened to Mrs. L'Engle's advice, to "write it while it's alive", but I didn't). I waited. I waited--
And then NaNo came, and suddenly everything collapsed around me.
No one ever asks for issues to arise, but when they do, we seek the best way to handle them. At the start of November I was faced with pressing health and family issues, and adding to that a month of managing my region was something I simply could not handle. With an aching heart, I e-mailed NaNo and told them that I could not be ML this year after all, explaining why. Everyone was very polite, very understanding, and I was grateful that I had at least been able to set up write-ins and the Kickoff Party for my region's Wrimos, but I felt like a failure.
You read that right, yes: I felt like a failure.
I decided to try and keep writing, though, to finish NaNo, and to at least participate in the community board. Strike two: my story fizzled out at 10K, and due to circumstances I had less time to write, and almost no time to interact on the board. Again: I felt like a failure.
But then something happened: I woke up and told myself I needed to evaluate just why I felt like a failure, and find a way to fix it so I could get back to being productive instead of glum, and get to feeling better.
Life is never simple, and sometimes it is more complicated than we want it to be. Life throws unexpected twists and turns and fast-balls at us, and we have to learn to dodge them, or to swerve when need be. But reflection is good, and in reflecting I realized this:
I had been feeling like a failure at NaNo for a while, because I was trying to put my heart into some place it simply didn't fit.
I think NaNo is wonderful, especially for new writers (though I wish they would emphasize editing and rewriting more), but at this stage in my writing life, it no longer holds the same appeal. It is more of a contest of pride than a fun or challenging pursuit. I know that I can write 50K, or 70K, or even a 100K probably, if I wanted, in a month, but that isn't the point anymore for me personally. I like taking time with my stories, instead of trying to prove to myself that I can outdo my last set of numbers. I feel very much like Dave in NaNoWriMo the Musical: "NaNo just isn't fun anymore."
I needed to fail, I really did, because failing NaNo helped me see that I don't need to need it anymore. I don't need to try and beat my last word count, or write a crazy story that is way outside of my comfort zone. I don't need to try and push through something that I don't like writing, and tell myself its necessary, only to "win". I don't need to need NaNo anymore; I don't need to "win". I don't need to prove anything, because I already know.
I can get back to being the type of writer I am -- slow and steady wins the race, as they say -- instead of the type of writer I have learned that I'm not.
It's okay to "fail" in this case. I've learned from it -- and isn't that what failure is for? Learning?
Does that mean I will never try NaNo again? No, it doesn't, though I don't see myself participating for at least a few years, if at all. Does that mean that NaNo is not good for other writers? No, it doesn't. I met some wonderful new writers this year, some people who I think will be really wonderful at the craft, whether they ever publish or not, and the challenge really helped them to try, to see what they can do. What it does mean is that I felt like a "failure" because I wasn't reaching the deadline, the word count, not because it was what I wanted to do, but because I felt like I had to, and I didn't have to -- I don't have to.
So, what did happen during my November, if I didn't finish -- and after a week or so didn't worry about finishing -- NaNo?
Honestly, it was very refreshing not to have to worry over reaching that 50K, or updating my word count constantly. I spent my November instead getting to know my writing again, having "dates" with my characters, focusing on my health and personal life, and something else exciting -- researching into traditional publishing and querying agents (to be talked about next post). I may not have reached 50K this November, but I did write around 25K, re-connected with my writing, got to feeling better, and started preparing for a new venture.
I didn't win NaNo this year, but now I don't feel like a failure at all.
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What was your NaNo experience? How was writing in November for you? What have you learned about the type of writer you are?