Last night, at 10:37 PM, I finished the first draft of my novel for National Novel Writing month. When I got close, I started getting cranky. I was so close. If I could just get time to write, without interruption, I would be done. Yet it was the weekend. We were on the road doing politics and visiting relatives. I stole an hour here and an hour there. When we got home last night, I was tired and feeling a little sick, but I powered through and finished my first write through.

As it stands right now, it is 50,544 words long. It is desperate need of editing. I suspect the editing will lengthen it a bit more as I add in descriptions and background that didn’t make it in the rush of the first write through.

Today, Fiona is home sick from school and I’m dragging. I have emails to get through and a few technology tasks. I will probably take it easy today, and start editing tomorrow, unless the call of the novel becomes overpowering.