If you’re reading this, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is over and you have one of the following in your quivering, coffee-stained hands:
- A string of nonsensical words that closely resemble the ramblings of a mad centaur.
- 50,000 words that are mostly just alternations of “I hate this” or “Crap!”
- A pretty solid attempt at something that might be considered a novel someday, somewhere, somehow.
- Something ready to be published, by George!
I’m assuming none of your answers are #4. If your answer is #4, then you’re a more talented and braver soul than I could ever be. Good luck to you and your prodigious career as the most awesome writer who ever lived.