What do you do when you’re area is hit with an ice storm and you can’t go to work? You write. And you write. And you write, write, write, write, write.
And then, for good measure… you write some more.
(You also make brownies and pancakes, but I digress.)
The point of all of that is: I finished the manuscript I started for NaNoWriMo back in 2020.
I was not expecting to finish it so soon. I just… started and couldn’t stop. It’s so strange, to feel like you went on the same journey as your characters, but to know that you never actually left your chair. (Except to get the aforementioned brownies. Yum.)
The final word count: 60,191.
I wrote of 16,867 of that this weekend. About 70 pages.
Phew. I think I deserve some sushi now.