It is finished.
After 21 inconsistent and highly eccentric days, I have now officially written a 50,800 word baby. Far from a sterling effort – you wouldn’t expect anything less than horrifying fiction surely, but I fully intend to edit every inch before unfamiliar eyes should even lay upon it.
For now at least, I bask in the knowledge that it is possible. I even managed to include Jesper the talking hamster (for the baffled, see here).
And I can’t believe that it is done. Thinking back, certain parts make me cringe, while others were rare moments of hilarity and mild intelligence. But I really need to go and combine all the words like “would not”, “have not”, “it is” and anything else I may have deliberately split up to add to my word count, in anticipation of last minute hair tearing, which mercifully did not happen. Yes, we do terrible things when we are desperate.
But in true Nike spirit, I say we just do it. Stick it out my fellow Nanowrimoers, 8 more exciting days to go. It’s not the quality that counts – for November at least – but the quantity. And that thing parents keep talking about, discipline was it?
Well, if they insist.
