Eight more days to go. Do I have it in me to finish this year? I've already bought the t-shirt. And I definitely want the bragging rights. I want to able to tell people that yes, I have written a novel. It doesn't matter that it isn't published. It probably never will be. But at least one of the stories in my head has escaped and finally seen the light of day. Next stop will be the darkness of a desk drawer or whatever hole I can find to stash it in.
27,003 down, 22,997 to go.