This morning, I became a winner. Yes, folks, that'd be 50,000 words in 15 days, two weeks early! I'm kind of impressed, or would be if my novel wasn't the epitome of suck in so many, many ways. Unsurprisingly, continuing the trend, I find myself disliking it very much by the end. Heck, it's not even the end, by 50k I was just getting into the interesting stuff. I might continue it, or I might go back and start all over now that I have the luxury of doing so . . . because heaven knows that it needs editing.
Honestly, it's probably Dragon Age Origins fault that I fell out of sync with my novel; it seduced me with its amazingness! And Alistair, ohohoho, Alistair. But yes, love that game, and have been playing it in between writing binges. It's high fantasy which I have a personal love for, and which I almost wrote this year so I ended up going "I wish I was writing fantasy!" since November 5th when I got it. xD
I feel a bit aimless right now, finishing so early. It's bittersweet; on the one hand, I've finished but on the other hand the quality suffered significantly for it. Also, now I have nothing to do . . . or I can do everything and anything I want to do. Decisions, decisions.
Also, wow, I only posted once since Day One. Everything went so fast, it's all a wordy blur!
