The 3-Day Novel Contest has officially concluded, friends, and I am relieved to say that I survived. (Fingers are still a bit tender, but they’re recovering.)
Over three days, I wrote 97 pages, or about 29,000 words, of a novel(la). It was…a singular experience, grueling at times, but there’s something to be said for pushing yourself that hard, and I now know I can write over 13,000 words in a day if I really, really must. (Hopefully not in the near future. Ow.)
Other relevant metrics:
–About 125 Oxford commas, by my count.
–12 caffeinated beverages consumed.
–20 hours of sleep.
–Six ideas discarded before the one I ended up writing.
–One celebratory playing of Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer.” (What? I was halfway there.)
If you didn’t pledge, but still want to donate, here are the charities one last time:
Many thanks to everyone who supported this project and patiently followed along via Twitter. (Or politely ignored me.) And lots of love and appreciation to everyone who pledged.