I officially finished my first NaNo!

On the bus home today, I crossed the 50,000 word threshold. And kept going because I was stuck in the middle of an anecdote and had to get out before I could live with myself stopping. It was a great anecdote, really, though I suppose that's something you'll just have to take my word for.

Looking back at my novel, and I have looked over parts of it (which I may never do again), I've decided it's really not good. There are gems, to be sure, but the majority of it's just crap. But I suppose that's NaNo for you, making pure crap completely acceptable. I skipped both the best and worst parts of my life - middle school and high school, respectably - and I don't know why. When I started, that's what I wanted to write about the most. Now, they're nowhere to be seen.

It was a blast, and now not only do I have my very own autobiography/novel to show off (or not), I have this nifty obsession with word count. [181]

See you next NaNo!!