Okay. So I've succeed at NaNoWriMo—been there, done that, accomplished the amazing feat of writing 50 thousand words in 30 days. Twice, in fact.
But the Kernal, the English zine I mentioned, wanted to up the ante. They proposed a NaNoWriWee—in other words, a National Novel Writing Weekend. Thought it was gonna be 'week', didn't you? Nope. Weekend, as in three days; okay, a long weekend, but still. And they didn't necessarily insist on a true novel in three short, frantic days, but the goal was for a sturdy-sized, complete story told in a novella.
Okay, I read about it and I was in. After all, who really knows how much she can write in 3 days…until she tries, right?
So, I had an idea, a steampunk-tinged zombie mashup, that I wanted to try out. I did. Got just a shade over 18K before I finished up late on a Sunday evening in January.
And I entered it into the competition…and came in either second or third, since there was a winner and two runner-ups. I'm calling it second, though the other runner-up might have some issues with that. Never mind.
So anyway, I had this reads-surprisingly-well-in-my-opinion novella, and bragging rights about coming in second—or possibly third—out of about 130 entries.
Now what was I going to do with it?
I decided to enter it into L. Ron Hubbard's Writers of the Future contest, of course. I had to whittle it down to 17K words, cause that's the limit, but that wasn't too hard. I write fancy sometimes; don't we all?
Anyway, I entered. Do you know how many people enter the Writers of the Future contest every quarter? Me neither, but I'm leaning towards somewhere between a whole bunch and a gazillion, from lots of countries too.
Did I win? No, I did not.
But I did get an Honorable Mention, out of all those bunches of submissions.
So I'm happy.
And I'm working on a sequel.