Final Tally: 52,096 words.
I feel so accomplished.
Actually, let me express it in gifs.
Right now, I feel like this:
(that’s me in the back, spreading the news. That manager = my friends and family)
By now, I have written three novels. Two of them are sucky and will never emerge out of the inner labyrinths of my hard drive.
I feel funny. Like I’m missing a limb. For the last two novels, I just wrote them on the fly and never looked back. But this one, I feel disoriented.
I think I need a break.
But for this novel, I think I’m going to revise and edit it. See where it takes me. Build a Neanderthal writing cave and move in.
I really think I need a break.
This would be nice, eh?
Welcome to Arizona.
(Too bad I don’t live anywhere near there.)
I guess a break from writing would just suffice.