I’m doin’ a jig, I’m doin’ a jig. Because 50,565 is such a wonderful place to be. So what if there are massive gaps, huge plot problems, and disappearing characters? I have a beginning. I have a very long and dragged out middle. And–surprise!–there is an end. An actual end. My novel is done.
And I have no idea what the hell I am going to do with all this free time I will suddenly have. Maybe I should start another…?
