For anyone who follows me on Instagram, you know that my final decision for NaNoWriMo was sudden and abrupt. I’d speed-plotted 2/3 of a romance-filled fantasy when I was laying down one night and thought, “This is a terrible idea.”
So November was my National Project Finishing Month.
Basically, my goal was to be productive, not Superwoman, and it worked. I kept up on schoolwork, wrote poetry, edited a short story that I’ll likely publish, and made HUGE strides in my novel.
I look forward to a beautiful, restful, and long-awaited winter break. I’m excited for Christmas, for its joy and promise, and time with loved ones.
My heart is full after having seen the amazing Rupi Kaur (!!!) and exploring Philly and King of Prussia with one of my best friends.
I am beyond blessed to have been accepted into a study abroad program that’ll take me for a month in Valladolid, Spain, in the summer of 2020.
And I’m still bursting with stories. God-willing, my novel will finally–after 7 very long years–be done by the new year or shortly after. On top of it all, I’ve got a new short story planned, the details of which I’m not quite ready to share. But it’s going to be big.
I’ve also set aside some tales and personal goals. “The Flame, the Fisherman, and the Sea” is still dear to my heart, but it needs time to grow, and I’m grateful to have realized that from my betas. 2019’s goal of 10 novels didn’t happen, and likely still won’t, and I’m okay with that. As for exercise and keeping fit, I’ve let go of that obsession of bodily perfection, learning to be content with simply eating well and being a little softer in the middle.
Essentially, this rough semester has taught me the value of letting go and seeking new paths. I hope you find your path too.
Thanks for reading!