Over 170 hours.
A lot of cappuccino.
What do all these things have in common? Well, they are all in the first draft of my novel, which I finished around 10 pm last night!
Frankly, I think I left my brain on the memory stick where the document is saved or something. I feel so weird. I'm glad to be done with the first draft, but it just feels a bit wrong.
I wrote over 3,000 words yesterday, and I really don't remember much of it. My mental movie just started rolling, and I wrote almost in a daze. I didn't realize that I had actually finished until I hit that final period and realized...I had nothing else to write.
Yep, it's a mess. It's full of plotholes and weak characters and random threads I never wrapped up. But you know what? I still love it. I'm going to begin revision soon, but for now I'll just bask in the glory of all that done-ness.
Besides, now I can sit back and gloat while everyone else drives themselves insane doing NaNoWriMo.
And now, I get to go download that Britt Nicole CD I told myself I couldn't have until I was done!