For a few days before the start of November I thought I would never have this moment, that there was no way on earth that I would be able to write 50,000 words in one month, even with a week and a half off at the start...
And now I'm here... Wow. This is a good place to be. There's Crabbies Ginger Ale, bakewell tarts and I ran round the house dancing and singing loudly to 30 Seconds To Mars and Florence And The Machine. I laughed, I cried, (seriously, I did. I think it's the relief and the knowledge that if I wanted to I could just stop right now...), I hugged my Halloween Hello Kitty, (Hello-ween Kitty?), because the cat's asleep on the radiator bed and when I asked her if I could hug her she gave me a look that implied it really wasn't going to happen...
And now?
Well, there's champagne in the fridge for midnight on the 1st of December and at least another 10-25,000 words left to write to finish this story and I have about four and a half days left...
Can I finish a whole novel in a month?
Let's see shall we.
