...and possibly the only one, because I'm sort of seguing from one NaNo to another NaNo and skipping NaPo. I've been working on The Door to Yesterday in bursts throughout the winter and am almost done with the first draft. So, at the end of March I reluctantly decided I'd take a break from NaPoWriMo this year and try to wrap up the book by the end of April.
The thought of finishing has been so thrilling that the momentum has carried me through four chapters in just the last week; earlier this afternoon I finished Chapter 24. I'm feeling confident I can wrap it up in one more chapter, plus an epilogue. At this rate, I will probably be done well before the end of April.
It feels fabulous, after just over a year, to finally be moving on towards editing, querying, and (hopefully) representation and publication. I think after this intense period of writing, I may not be up for a poem a day for the rest of April; however, rocking Joe to sleep tonight provided a brief burst of poetic inspiration, so I'll take it while it lasts.
A Tanka Lullaby
His fingers flutter
On mine, anemones in
Warm, starry seas, curl
Then uncurl as sleep’s
Celestial tides beat their retreat.
P.S. I forgot to mention that, in typical horse-before-cart fashion, I have already begun to draft my query letter to my dream agent (yes, I have one--I mean, I have a list, but this one is at the top). AND I entered the "Dear Lucky Agent" contest on the Writer's Digest website; this year they're offering a critique of the first ten pages of a YA manuscript for three lucky writers. It's a long shot, but in the grand spirit of risk-taking, I decided to give it a go--fully expecting rejection, of course, in the inversely pitiful spirit of pessimism.