A lot of it, and I'm not even being fake humble here, is crap. But what I'm stoked about is the metamorphosis of my novel from November 1st till now. For one thing, it's alive again. For another, it's totally transformed from the original idea. I was so stuck with what it was "supposed" to be which completely blocked the creative process. The writing contest helped me get over that hurdle big time. So as for the original goal of getting the novel completely finished and sent to an agent? Failed. But I'm going to have a better book at the end of this process than I would if I'd stuck to my original Plan. Imagine that, flexibility has its advantages.
I can't believe it's December tomorrow. November went by in a blur of baby stuff and word count obsession. I'm actually excited to be able to focus on the structure of the novel and not just how many words I'm accumulating in a day. However, I did learn what I'm capable of with a newborn. And I discovered I have a very patient and understanding little guy!
In other news, I have a little cold. Also I can't climb the stairs while holding the baby due to some sciatica issue. Yes, I feel totally sorry for myself! But Sam doesn't let me wallow too long. And hey, for the rest of the day I can feel like a winner.