i would like to apologise.
if you read the last blog post that went up on the 2nd of november, then you are probably aware of why i had taken leave for so long.
it was not that i wanted to, but once i was caught up in my NaNoWriMo novel, it became difficult to escape it.
i have a passion for writing, clearly for writing about just about anything from the past form of this very blog, i have had a passion for writing about the music i love, whether it is being published or not, and i wanted to take up this challenge and write a novel.
50,000 words in 30 days.
mine weighed in at 50,778 when i verified the word count last night.
it was enjoyable, and it was stressful, and it was so rewarding to have crossed the finish line, and to have crossed it with time to spare.
it was not looking quite so hopeful earlier this month, i had been writing daily, writing under my own steam, and figured i was not too far off the cumulative word count expected when trying to attain 1,666 words written each day, some days i had missed and i hoped others had made up for it.
on day 17 i took a break from the writing to log back into my NaNoWriMo account and log my word count, only discovering at that time that it would be input onto a dandy little graph and would spout statistics at me.
this was wonderful.
what was not quite so wonderful was the fact that even writing just short of twenty thousand words by that point, i was still over 8,000 off par.
the stats told me my average daily word count to date, how many words i would need to write daily to finish on time, and if i kept going at the rate i was, i would finish on the 13th of december.
much like drivers always aim to beat the little estimated time of arrival that their sat-nav displays as they set off on a journey, i too aimed to whittle down the days and reign in the challenge. i would be proud of myself regardless of when it was complete. but i wanted to do this.
and that is my excuse really.
i'm sorry i couldn't share any words with you over the course of my writing, almost everything that fell from my mind was channelled straight into the novel, i allowed myself the timely distractions of tweeting, but to have given any kind of worthy update on here, or to share anything on here at all, would have felt like a squandering of words that were much needed to plump up my novel.
so now, on this last day of november i sit here.
relieved it is over.
proud that i made it.
contemplating my return to blogging.
and with a rather attractive handlebar moustache to boot.
(please donate what you can afford, thank you)