Just finished writing The Children’s Crusade. Still in shock.
The story clocked out at roughly 55,000 words. Got the first 50,000 words in at the old NaNoWriMo pace, not even intending to, just trying to get the story done during Lent, but the writing just flowing, the urgency of getting it done…
I hadn’t written something this long in about a decade. Recently I’ve tackled a lot of projects just getting the instinct back to par, and I guess it worked. Everything else I wrote, it culminated here. It was a story I outlined in the spur of the moment last year, and intended to write this year, and last month I started and this month it’s actually done. A lot of what I’ve written recently, there were significant breaks, even if at times I “caught up.” This time every time I “caught up,” I just got further and further ahead.
Until I reached this point. I hadn’t written since Tuesday, since hitting the NaNo mark, and I honestly didn’t know when I was going to write again. Lent still has two weeks, after all. I didn’t write yesterday, or this morning, and until I was actually writing I thought it would be the same this afternoon. And then it just happened.
So all that feels good.
