I successfully wrote 50,000 words in November. [That's 50,000 words on top of my admittedly more sporadic blog posts and other writing projects!]
Did I successfully write my memoir? Not really. I wrote 50,000 words of raw material that could maybe be rearranged and edited into a memoir. Once I’m able to look at this project again, which might not be until the new year.
I should have more to say about this process, both as a writing exercise and as an emotional exorcism, but goddamnit I just finished a writing marathon and I feel like I’ll collapse if I take another step.