Well, I did it! I hit the goal of fifty thousand words in thirty days at about 11:40 PM MST. Actually, I’d had 50,000 for a while, but I wanted to make sure I was well and truly over before stopping. There isn’t anything quite as disappointing as having a word processor count more or less words than are actually present, only to find out at the last minute that in order to have more than fifty thousand words, you have to write more … NOW.

That kind of happened last year, but it wasn’t significant enough to put me under 50k … just close to it. My word processor had been over a hundred words off, which left me with only a scant fifty words or so *over* the limit. I added more to it, I think, before the end of the month, but it still gave me quite the little scare.

What do I do now, you might ask? That’s a good question. I have lots and lots of character and story material, none of which looks even vaguely submission-shaped, which means there’s no way in hell I’m going to ship it off to a publisher, or even an editor. Next month, assuming I’m not dead from exhaustion, I’ll start the long, uphill battle of editing the monster into something that can be slain … I mean, well, yeah. I mean read.

Last year, I believe I reached the fifty thousand word mark by the twenty-third or the twenty-fifth, I’m not sure. I’d have to check in different places to find out exactly, and that seems like work at this point. All I want to do right now is sleep. So, in celebration, I’m going to go and crawl into bed, and not dream of writing. :)