I wrote another novel this November. It’s 50,044 words long, and is the sixth finished novel I’ve written during NaNoWriMo (or National Novel Writing Month.) And now, for the first time ever you can read it.
I have never, ever shared my novels with anyone, FOR GOOD REASON*. But now I’m breaking all my rules.
Read it here now. It’s 135 pages long, in document format.
On my website, it’s just one long N E V E R – E N D I N G page.
*I make no promises. In fact, I make dire warnings instead. A novel that is written in 30 days has TONS of mistakes in it. There are awkward sentences, and sometimes a couple additional few extra words and words added, just to fill space. The characters are not fully developed and neither is the plot line. There are editorial comments.** (See excerpts, below.) There are typos. The climax which the author thinks she is working towards shifts many times, so story lines come and go, and nothing ties up neatly in the end.*** There are random side plots that never amount to anything. A character that is described one way is suddenly described another way later on. It’s really hard to keep track of all the details on the first go-round.
Anywho, enjoy, if you want. I’m testing myself by putting this out there. Even if no one reads it, I still feel extremely vulnerable, allowing people access to my unedited fiction writing. If you are “Judgy McWudgy,” please stay far, far away.
Real Excerpts from my Novel
Now it was time for the fifty-year-old group. Melissa saw her mother in with the crowd, and tried to catch her eye. But her mother seemed to be caught up in the moment. She was talking earnestly with the other women, paying no attention to her surroundings. In fact all the people I the fifty year old group were talking and looking serious. Melissa was too far away to make out what they were saying, but suddenly there was tension floating through the crowd. Melissa could feel her monitor sqeezing her wrist, reminding her to take a deep breath. Even the monitor could tell that something strange was going on. That was one more interesting thing about the monitors. They were networked with each other when in a large gathering, collecting data about the mood of the group, trying to prevent any sudden heart failures or scares to the system.
**[What’s going on? What does Miranda want? Is she really Miranda? How do we find out? How the F does this novel end???]
***Basically, everything ended up working out perfectly and everyone lived happily ever after.”
Do you want to read my novel? Are you going to click on the link? Interested in seeing an edited version? Comment below. I’m going to have to take a page from my novel and, in lieu of a monitor which hasn’t yet been invented, squeeze myself on the wrist and remind me to take several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I wait to hear from you.
Welp, see you later. I plan to blog more often, now that my words aren’t all being taken up by novel-writing!
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