I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t achieve what I set out to achieve.

Just not everything I intended to achieve.

But, that’s the nature of writing.

Of course, had I set my sights on a book that needed only 50,000+ words I would have completed the novel by now, and that is the case for the last three years.

This year I set out to push myself and finish a novel that I have been hunting and pecking over for two or three years. It needed something like a NaNoWriMo to screw up the courage to make an attempt to finish it.

At the outset I failed to realise the story was not going to fit in the constraints of 50,000 words. To be honest I had no idea how long it would be, but all I had to do was to let the story tell itself.

It did.

And I discovered the characters didn’t want to fit into a small box, they wanted to grow, they wanted to change, each following a path they never expected to follow.

And I’ve been with them, and they still have a ways to go.

Tomorrow will not be the end of their story.

For the bean counters, todays word count is a little less than the last few days, some 2,641 words, for a running total of 75,530 words.

This is going to be some story when it’s finished!