Four thousand, four hundred and forty-four. That's how many words I did today. Not my best day ever, but damn fine for a gal who wasn't sure she could do that many when she woke up this morning.
And I did it. I completed the requirements for my own personal game of NNWM. I said I would write 50K this month, and by god, I did.
I'm tired as hell, you know. I haven't read a single book this month. And I never did finish that blanket. Now, I'll have time to do all that. Plus, I am sooooo close to finishing Nano, I can taste it. I thought I would close it out this weekend, but I'm not sweating it. Should have the sucker first-drafted by the end of the week, and still have my sanity in tact. (Or as much as it ever was.)
I have a boatload of editing to do. I'm still looking at a swiss-cheese novel. But I did what I set out to do. Yay.
Now, I must collapse and give my hands a well-deserved vacation.
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