Despite a weekend filled with work, butter cream icing, and a trip to the cinema to see Paul*, I managed to pass the 50,000 word mark on my WIP.
I *love* passing the 50,000 word mark. Not because it is over half way through the draft (because that, of course, is nowhere near the halfway point of the actual work needed), but because it is something substantial. The book is now a tangible thing and I’ve spent enough time with my characters to believe they’re real and alive (in a completely sane way, honest).
Ultimately, I now know that, for better or worse, I will finish the damn book.
* No, it doesn’t approach the brilliance of Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz or Spaced and yes, the humour is broader (and cruder) than the usual Frost/Pegg outings, but it’s still a fun way to spend a couple of hours.