I finished my new novel draft tonight: 272 pages, half of which I wrote in less than two months after I kicked my butt into gear.
I began the day by saying, “I’ll finish the novel this week.” Then, seeing I had only twenty pages or so to go, I changed my goal: “I’m finishing it today.” Eight hours later, I’m writing this post.
More notably, this milestone marks my second bout of extreme productivity—the first occurring during my thesis semester when I wrote one hundred pages in a month to make up for the 200 I had previously discarded. Guess I’m cut out for this professional writing thing after all.
Now, I take a week off to catch up on my reading so I can return refreshed, ready to revise.