In which I finish a long story

Final word count: 20,331 words.

Last year's final word count was around 5,000. So I've made significant progress. I wrote more days than last year, I wrote more consistently than last year, and I didn't give up on the story totally like I did last year. No, I didn't make the 50,000. But that's ok. I did finish the story I was telling. So, am I a winner? You tell me.

Still like the ending. Still hate the rest. Such is the writing life.

Will I ever share it? I don't know. I really don't.

For next year, I will start spewing half an hour a day. I'd so trained myself into the 15 minute mode, I couldn't seem to go on for more than 15 minutes. So look to see more ramblings about writing idea things here.

There also has to be some balance between the way I write well and the way to write a lot... I'm going to work on that. I don't think I can spew out junk and be happy about it. But I have proven to myself that I can spew out junk and finish the damned thing.

More musings later. I am going to take a break for a bit, but check back occasionally.