I’m done. After attempting nanowrimo twice before, I’ve finally won. I’ve written over 52,000 words and pounded out what can– generously, perhaps, but still– be called a novel. My first draft of my first novel.
Oh, it’s still got a lot of problems. I’d never be able to publish it in its present form. It’s got way too many characters, most of them poorly written, and in Hollywood parlance, it’s got some major structural problems in the second act. But I’ve written it. From now on, I can tell people that I’ve actually written a novel.
I feel good.