I crossed the NaNoWriMo finish line with flying colors — 128% of quota — and yet the win has never been less satisfying. I ended with approximately 528 words of quality fiction, but I certainly didn’t end with anything close to what you might call a novel.
As I think about it, the 528 words might be like starter for sourdough bread. Maybe the snippet of half-decent writing can be the base that is cultivated and used to make something better next time around. Only time will tell what this snippet of a story has to offer.
For now, I’m looking forward to getting back to reading. I tend to binge-read after NaNoWriMo, almost as if I need to replenish the stockpile of words and ideas in my brain. I already have three books waiting on my nightstand: The Middle Place (the December selection for my book club), His Brother’s Keeper and Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman.