I did it. I spent 30 days writing a novel and I finished it tonight, just hours before the deadline. Over 50,000 words (which translates to roughly 200 pages, give or take depending on spacing and font size) that, if nothing else, proved to me that not only could I start a novel, I could finish it. It's complete crap, of course, but with some major editing I think it could turn into something I'm really and truly proud of.
Now off to celebrate my achievement! Wine and peanut butter pretzels for everyone!
3 comments:
Yay! A toast to you! (Except, ew on the peanut butter pretzel thing.)
Congratulations! That's a huge effort.
Bea
Congratulations, El Paso!!
dallas.
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