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Halfway there!!!!

I'm about to pass the halfway point on my 50,000 word journey. In less than 500 words I will be embarking on the last half of my NaNovel. I can't believe I have gotten so far so quickly. It is only day 4 and I'm well on my way to victory. This has been a thrilling 4 days and I know for sure that whatever happens, every November will become my insanity month. I will strive for normalcy and calmness for the other 11 months, especially since I'm a retail manager. But that one month in the year, that precious sweet 30 days will be all about the magical and terrifying power of words.

Since signing up on Oct 18th, I've been stifled, stilted, excited and exhilarated. And now I feel more accomplished than I have ever felt in anything I've done.

I don't know how all of this will turn out ... well, I know how my book will turn out, I know pretty much how I want it to end ... but what I don't know is where I will go from there. I don't think I'll even look at the story in its entirety until after Christmas and boy, I can't wait for the chuckles I'm going to have then.

Here's hoping that at least some of it makes sense, but I must get back to my frenzied race. I would love to see if I can hit 30,000 words before I turn in for the night. Wish me luck!!!!

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