WOO!

So despite the 4 million+ other things I’ve had to do this month, I was actually able to win NaNoWriMo. Whistler’s Father ended up at 50,085 words by midnight. It’s definitely not by best work by any stretch of the imagination, but it doesn’t suck as badly as last year’s and it actually has quite a bit more plot to go. But I probably won’t continue it ’cause I don’t like it.

SUCH IS LIFE!

Anyway. Now I can concentrate on not freaking out about finals (HAHA like that’ll happen).