Well, I sort of can’t believe it, but I actually pulled it off. Fifty thousand words (or technically, 51,286 words) towards the first draft of my novel in progress, bringing up the total wordcount to 103,895. I’m feeling fairly giddy. This is a bit surreal.
I opened up my file this morning, and all the madness and joy of the past month sort of evaporated for a scary moment of clarity, and I realized: holy shit, I have most of a novel.
So I want to thank from the bottom of my heart everyone who helped make it possible for me to wake up this morning with most of a novel, including the amazing team of organizers and volunteers and novel-ers at NaNoWriMo itself, my very patient and supportive friends and family, and, maybe most of all, my writing buddy @simongannon, who let me invade his living room and read him my crazy sentences about arrow wounds and incinerators and chase scenes while he told me about interstellar politics and brandy. I’m happy to say Simon also hit his 50K target today, so yaaay and congrats to us.
And congrats to everyone else who participated in NaNoWriMo this year! Whether or not you hit the target, those words you wrote didn’t exist a month ago, and now they do, and that’s something to be damn proud of.