I actually did it.
I wrote 50,866 words in a month. I wrote a novel. A splendidly craptastic, awful novel, but a novel nonetheless.
And damn, does it feel good.
Yeah, it might be filled with clichés, bad writing, and predictable plot points. But you know what? That’s all mine. There are billions of people who go their entire lives never writing a book. This might not be the longest thing I’ve ever written (I’ve written a 63k fanfiction before), but this is 100% completely my own, my own characters, my own settings, my own style.
And you know what? I think it has some gems in it.
So congratulations to all those who won this November. That’s freaking awesome! Go get some ice cream or other delicious treat and celebrate! You’ve earned it.
Those of you who didn’t win? Well, you at least gave it a shot, and that’s more than most people can say. Don’t let this discourage you. Writing a novel in a month isn’t an easy feat. Just be happy in knowing that you at least gave it your all and, most importantly, remember to finish.
Congratulations, everyone! I’m going to go have a bowl of double chocolate ice cream now.