Here's a brief summary of my NaNoWriMo experience last month:
week 1: FUN! Story and characters flow out of my head.
week 2: BORING -- I want to be almost anyplace except entering the middle of my story.
week 3: DESPAIR -- Story morphs, and I hope like heck I can find my idea again in the midst of so much garbage.
week 4: PANIC -- The end is in sight, but it looks farther away than ever before, and furthermore, I haven't a clue anymore what I'm writing.
Then, as if by magic, the words flowed into my story for a total of 50,303 words. (Magic is what I love about writing!) I had enough words to win the challenge, but...
The book is not finished.
I will let it simmer, then do the necessary research, and then fill in the gaps. I'm calling the book The Amazon Henge. It's a time-travel, female Indiana Jones sort of story.
