The 3-Day Novel Contest Tried to Kill Me
I paid $50 to torture myself over a long weekend
Last Monday, while you were sleeping in or having a BBQ or something, I was locked in my basement trying to remember a time in my life before the 3-day novel contest and if I used to be happy then. I couldn’t remember.
Okay I’m being dramatic, but while I thought I was emotionally prepared for how difficult 3DNC was going to be, I was woefully not so, and it is entirely the fault of my day 1.
I woke up at 7:00 a.m (on a Saturday I remind you), and was downstairs with a tea by 7:30. I had figured out my idea and made a bare-bones kind of outline beforehand, so I was able to just start writing. By noon, I was 9k words in and like barely felt it. “How trivial!” I thought, “how dreadfully easy. And people complain about this? Ohohohoho.” (Please imagine my inner thoughts as a wealthy British lady. Thank you.)
After I took an hour lunch break, I got back to it and wrote the last 2-ishk to meet my 11,600 goal. I was trying to aim for about 34k by the end, but would have been happy with anything between 30k and 40k. As you will learn later, I ended up being just as happy outside of those bounds, but we’ll get there.
I was done by 3pm, and took the rest of the night off.
Day 2, however, was an entirely different beast.
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