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Only a handful of words left......

I just passed the 40,000-word mark and it's only day 11 in this crazy month-long literary marathon. I really feel that if work hadn't invaded, I might...just might have been able to get the word count out in a week!!!!!! And I can't tell you how unbelievable that is for me. To have a working first draft in a week is amazing and exhilarating and something I never would have thought possible for me.

My first book took a little over 3 years just to get a complete first draft. My second book, still isn't a complete first draft and it's going on 2 years. My third book, I was very proud to say, made it to complete first draft stage in just at a year.....but now this!!!!! My fourth book project and I am very close to having a complete first draft in less than a month!!!! And I actually might make it at around 2 weeks!!!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

This has been the thrill-ride of my life and I really hope to be able to continue doing NaNovels every year for the rest of my life!!!!! NaNoWriMo rocks!!!!


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