I worked until gone one this morning to reach my chosen goal of 30k for this month’s camp nanowrimo and I’m thrilled to have made it. It’s the first time I’ve ever won a nanowrimo so it feels particularly special.
I’m not finished with the story though and with hopes to enter it into the Mslexia women’s fiction competition at the end of September there isn’t much time for a let up. I’m probably well over half way by now, but I can’t quite tell.
Winners’ badges and associated goodies aren’t available until August 5th but you can be sure that when they are I shall be emblazoning this blog with them. If you’d have told me a couple of months ago that I’d be able to get this far and do so much I really wouldn’t have believed you. Child birth and rearing is, as I have discovered, uniquely exhausting and it can feel sometimes that there’s simply no space for anything creative ever again. But I’m living proof that it can be done. My baby is still just about asleep and while he dozes I’ll try and push out another few hundred words.
Or perhaps I’ll take a breather and a well deserved cup of coffee.
Off to the museum on Friday to make butterflies and meadow pictures with my godson, his sister and my nieces and nephew and with my wee boy also in tow. Should be a lark.