I just handed of FJR to Shane so that he would be so sweet as to print out the copies I need for tomorrow. It occurred to me that I have been playing negative Nellie on myself. I've been so hard on myself for 'not finishing' that I've overlooked the fact that I more than doubled a year and half's worth of writing in one month. Count it: 1 month.
I figured out cool things about my characters. I put a ton of words on paper. 25,000 words in a month. That's a lot for me, and I'm sure it's nothing to be sneezed at, even by folks going into NaNoWriMo. (Though with the exhausting part of turning out that many words, I'm thinking my NaNo goal is going to shrink =) Are the words good? Who the fuck cares? Not me, not right now. Not as I watch page after page churn out from the printer. I'm all smiles.