It took a bit of outlining, imagining, and a whole lot of ignoring of other things to do this last month, but I did it. I'm no longer a NaNoWriMo virgin. I am a winner!
After I finished up the last of the words for today (because the draft of this 2nd manuscript is not done; I have probably another two or three chapters to really slap a THE END to it), I rewarded myself with a pat on the back, (my version of) a short but fast run, and a chocolate bar.
And that Snickers bar was gosh darn good. Better than good, actually - it was phenomenal.
That Snickers bar also gave me a little more energy to start re-reading my newly-printed-of my just-edited 1st manuscript.
I know there is a lot more to do, and even more for me to learn. But as I held that fat stack of papers in my hands, gosh darn it, I felt stronger than ever. My eldest three children ooo'd and aaa'd and they asked to read it. They jumped around and thumbed through its pages. I had a novel in my hands! I realized that no matter how many rejection letters are fated to come before me, I still have something for my children to read. I will have at least 4 fans in my life.
That's not to say I won't be working hard to get published, because I will! I'm just saying, I'm already feeling like a superstar in my kids' eyes. And right now, that's really good enough for me.
I am a winner!