I wrote like a fiend last night. I ended my story and in a strange twist, the characters that I added at the end shaped the story more than I can say. It was an added element that I needed. It added a terrific finish. But I was still shy about 1200 words. So begins the epilogue.
I was just bone tired so decided to go on to bed. What to do about today, though? I had to be out of town in the evening and would miss my regular writing time. I'm so close. What should I do? Finally I decided that I would set my alarm, get up early and finish the story with the epilogue. I did.
After Day #19 my word count was 48,791. After Day #20 my word count was 51,340. OMG! I made it! I can't believe it. I was so afraid that I wouldn't make the word count in the allotted time and here I made the word count with 10 days to spare. I did the Snoopy dance all around my apartment when I finished.
I reflected on my accomplishment, when I finished. I wrote my first story when I was 7 years old in 2nd grade, double spaced on notebook paper, four pages front and back. The teacher encouraged me further by having me read it to the class after recess. I was hooked and vowed that someday I'd write a novel. I've been writing ever since. And now, all these years later, I've written the novel I promised myself. It's really a rough, rough draft. It needs a lot of polish, but it's a start.
(Oh did I mention, I still need to add the novel notes at the end. I think I'll have time before the deadline.) I can't wait to submit my finished novel for the word count check. You better believe I'm doing that on the 25th of November!