This time last year I took on a new project. I was terrified. I spent days belittling myself. I would push the words out, then go blank. I toiled on, even switching stories in week 2 that would flow along faster for me.
I did it. I wrote a novel in November of last year.
The moment I hit “publish” at NaNoWriMo and saw the word count pop up and crown me an official winner is priceless.
The feeling you get is exhilarating. It puts everything in perspective for you. It is a HUGE ego boost because you can claim something that probably most of the people you know in real life can’t.
I WROTE A BOOK.
I did.
And that book is in current revision, with beta readers waiting on the sidelines to offer their constructive criticism. By June, I hope to have my first novel published, whether that be through self-publishing or through an agent (and wouldn’t that be grand?!).
The truth is, I am excited. I have worked hard to realize I am good enough to write a novel. I am good enough to get it edited, and I am good enough to publish it.
This has nothing to do with the words contained within the book. The book may never go anywhere. And yeah, that matters in its own way, but the truth here is very simple.
The truth is, when you look at the big picture, I am enough. And that is all that matters. Thank you, NaNoWriMo for helping me realize that.
And just to let you know, you can expect the sporadic posting to continue this month. I’m focusing on NaNo, but the Friday BSOW will still be going on, and I’ll do some blogging about the NaNo too. I’ll miss you, but that only makes us fonder of each other, right? 
