50296 / 50000 words. 101% done!
And a flight of angels descended from above on a shaft of golden light, trumpets playing...
50,000 words in 30 days, plus change. It's a hell of an accomplishment, especially when you factor in time spent with friends and family, time spent frantically tweaking the plot into something sane, and the last two days spent trying to eject a lung from my body.
So what comes next? Lots of editing, lots of additions. 50,000 words could be called a novel, but the popular term is novella. I don't want to write a novella, I want to write a novel. So I'm going to be doing a lot of expanding. I don't even want to get into the repetitive prose, the two-dimensional characters, and the plot holes I'm going to have to deal with.
Still, I made my goal for the month, and I feel damn good about it. So for right now, I'm just going to relax, try to get the cough under control, and maybe brag a little bit.
And then tomorrow, I start writing again. Because why should I stop, now that I've got such a great head of steam?