Gentle readers, I have done my WriMo duty for a second straight year. I must shamelessly say that I am very proud of myself. Even better, when I hit the 50.000 word winner mark, I couldn’t stop, but have kept write on (sic) all evening and am now standing at 51,327 delicious words.
It’s a bitter-sweet victory for me to be writing this book. I’ve been trying to write it for 40 years, but have run into emotional snags like near-psychotic breaks triggered by the flashbacks that I inevitably get when I write the history of the lost and abused little girl I was. Even now, I have written many words through streaming tears.
But this time is different, for some reason. The words are flowing (as are my tears) and at the end of every writing session I feel liberated, lightened of the load I have carried these 40 years and more.
So hip-hip-hooray for me, and I am going to drink a toast now, to Dina Leah and her new life, freed from the bonds of the past. Now it’s time to incorporate the discipline of NaNoWriMo into my every day writing life, and apply seat to chair for at least two hours a day, as I have for the past month. And soon, soon (maybe tomorrow) I will restart Dina Leah’s blog, where her story will be available in serial form. See you there!