I have literally just written the ending to my second novel.  I have finished the story 3,632 words shy of the 50k finish line for NaNoWriMo.  Presently I feel pretty pleased with how it went, whether that will fade with time I don’t know.

My biggest fear at the end of this project was whether I have the ability to do my characters justice.  About one month of writing about these people and thinking about them they feel as if they are companions of mine.  For a few days I have been carrying an awful sense of melancholy, knowing that I was soon to see the end of their evolution.  Now I have I am both saddened and  energised by the fact that the journey is over.

I know it is going to be hard to stay focused and find these last 3,632 words before I have had a chance to read through the whole story.  I am certain I will feel, at least in the beginning that anything I add will just be filler to pass the finish line.  Nevertheless I started this journey and I fully intend on finishing it.

It’s too soon to give a considered opinion on the NaNoWriMo experience.  What I will say is that I have enjoyed it immensely, which in my opinion is the most important thing.  At best I haven’t written a second novel which could one day be polished into something interesting.  At worst I have learnt that I do possess the discipline required to achieve my goals.