Thirty days and nights of literary abandon left me sick and with a firm will to buy a new pair of sneakers. That should be my reward even when I didn't reach the 50,000 words goal of Nanowrimo. I almost hit 30,000. (If you want to know how much is that try to write 1,000.)
The piece is complete though. "Juliana en casa" has a beginning and an end. I found a conflict and developed a plot. There is a lot of house music, sexy love stories and mimosas. What I enjoyed the most was creating characters. The struggle was finding the end.
Of course it's just a sketch. I don't know if I'm going to edit it. I'm thankful to the piece though. Somehow it allowed me to see what I have done as a writer so far, the so-called "own universe". I guess now I have to say next.
