I finally did it.
Believe it or not, I completed my Sci-Fi erotica novel
Kalynth Sun.
I failed in my attempt to complete my novel via NanoWriMo but the damned little group had a purpose--it jarred me into action. I started writing and organizing and planning and thinking. Amazing things happened. I wrote without worry. I laughed and liked a lot of it. Is this
the flow? After a couple of weeks, I had a story with a heroine, a conflict, a hero and a villain. I submitted it today and felt total terror as I did so. I spent a few hours in a quasi-state of paralytic shock then snapped out of it and began writing something else. Moving on!
I realize only now that the word 'submission' is very appropriate. I submit to the Fates whether or not my story is to this e-publisher's liking. I have never been this close to my little chunk of The Dream before. Will it break off in my hand and crumble to dust and fall through my fingers in the wind? Will it hold and enable me to get another good grip and pull myself up even higher?
I guess all that remains to be seen. I'll know May 21st. That's 120 days. That little worm in my head named Curiosity has 120 days to wriggle it's way to the forefront of my brain.