Well, I’ve almost done it…as of this writing my unreadable novella has reached 43,100 words. This means that I need to get another 6,900 words written by midnight on Monday. I’m aiming to hit 45,000 before going to bed, which is ambitious, seeing as it’s nearly 10:00 now. But I’ll say one thing—at the beginning of the month, the thought of cranking out nearly 7,000 words in two days would have seemed impossible. Now, anything less than 10,000 words seems, if not exactly a breeze, at least reasonably doable. And I’ll be so, so glad to get back to a normal social life. Why do I do these things to myself?
UPDATE: Woo, just hit 48K, and the night is young. If I’m very, very good, I may actually finish tonight! Stay tuned…
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November 28, 2009 at 11:37 pm
you do these things because you like the challenge
and even if no one ever sees the book, it’s still just as important because it was important to you and you made your goal 
November 29, 2009 at 10:43 am
Well, yes. But I do set some stressful goals for myself. It would be nice just to do things without having to set up these absurd structures. But I know myself—my inner German, she likes to follow orders, even/especially self-imposed ones.
November 29, 2009 at 2:07 pm
I admire your determination and self discipline. How do you do it?
November 29, 2009 at 2:23 pm
By having NO LIFE. But the end is in sight—I just passed 46,200 words. Only 3,800 to go. I might even finish today!