I've made some good progress on my novel. My newest goal is to reach page 300 by the end of April. I'm on page 281 right now. I think I'll pass that goal with flying colors.
That's kind of weird to say. When I started this beast, it was only based on a small grain of an idea (when in doubt, zombies). After NaNoWriMo blew over, I was left with 175 poorly written pages full of great ideas, which had spiraled out of control and taken over my plot. (I still kind of feel that way, and it won't get better till it's all written out and I rearrange this thing like mad. With scissors.)
It's been a long time since I started it - four years, in fact - and I started working on this draft last summer. It's weird to feel like I'm close to the end of the story and to have 78,445 words, all of the same purpose, in one place.
It's still weird to tell people I'm writing a novel, but I'm quite proud of myself. For two weeks straight, I've written a little every day except one. And I made up for that last night by writing double what I usually would. It's all flowing better, and the words are more poetic than they were at the beginning.
I'm going places, even if they're only in my head.