So, I got to validate my "win" on Nanowrimo. And I won my first Nanowrimo!
Aside from having the novel, I do feel a greater degree of comfort in knowing that I can write fiction and do a decent job of it, a job that "would not make someone vomit" to quote Nanowrimo creator Chris Baty. And then some. I think that the prose I have written would actually be salvageable in some form, if I chose to do so.
In the mean time, I am determined to not let the new-found confidence erode. If I keep writing, I should improve? Right?
I don't know. I think of writing in terms of jogging. When I had a healthy (5 miles, 4x/week) exercise routine, I felt brilliant. Never mind the 8-10 minute times I think I was putting up. I was no athlete compared to Olympic runners or even compared to the H.S. track kid I tutored (according to him). But I was doing it.
Persistence may never turn me into a Faulkner, but it will, I am confident, pay off. If I get better at writing and have fun doing it, I win. If I get published, I win bigger. If, by some slim chance, I evidence a degree of mastery, I win bigger still.
In any case, I am glad I participated. That will be enough for now.
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