I wrote the last few lines of this crazy novel that took the whole month of November with a bit of planning in October. I am glad that I am finished now since the basic rules of grammar and spelling elude me, caffeine no longer works to get me thinking any faster, and the few remaining characters still alive just annoy me.
It was a hell of an experience and I'm glad I took on the challenge but the process is far from done. It is a tough understanding to come to that I will spend several more years of my life poring over the nonsense I spewed out in thirty days trying to make it sensical and a coherent story that I may share with one other person.
I am looking forward to getting back to normalcy, sleep most of all, but no caffeine and regular meals as well. I am looking forward to reading and writing at a leisurely pace and talking to people about other stuff than my novel.
I topped out at about one hundred and twelve thousand words, which is over thirty thousand more than last year so of course I will push myself to write even more next year, but I don't want to think about that right now. I didn't get as much writing done over the break as I would've liked but I still managed to push the plot forward enough to get an ending out of it, albeit a few forced plot points will need to be dealt with at a later date when I can think.
I'll probably have a more positive outlook when I do a recap in a week or so but for now I'm glad it's over!