Day Thirty-One: Fin

Holy monkey I wrote a novel in a month! I'm kind of in shock that the whole process is over... I'll try and post something here, tomorrow, a conclusion of sorts. There might also be pictures of the celebration that is going to take place tonight. (Yes, celebration is playing in the background, right now).

Daily Goal: 2500

Today Word Count: 2656

Forget surplus and the Jimeral Word Bank Account, now. No need for them. Ha!

My goal, and the goal prescribed by the "No Plot, No Problem" novel writing kit, was 50,00o words. My final word count was 70,003 words. They need a lot of work, lots of polish and varnish and such, but there they are.

The final excerpt (before you buy the hardcover, gold-plated first edition from Borders for $5o0.00).

"Pulling out his journal and his pen, he turned to the back of the nearly full book. ‘One more page?’ he thought. ‘so much in here.’ He put pen to paper. This is what he wrote.
It’s hard to believe that after three months away, I’m finally going home. Soon, I will be drinking a beer and eating a burger at my favorite bar, with some of my favorite people.
This has been one of the hardest trips I’ve ever taken in my life. No, it was been the hardest. I wanted to go home from the minute I landed in Hanoi. Did I tough it out? Is that what we would call it? I don’t really know. I don’t feel any tougher, any stronger. If anything, I feel destroyed, battered, beaten in my lungs, my brain, in my heart and soul.
Regardless of whether or not I will admit to being tougher or weaker, I am still here. I made it through. For the most part, I am alright. And if no one else is here to witness that fact, this journal is. It has been with me every step of the way. Through the uproaring laughter… Through too much wine, women, and song… Through more tears than I have ever shed in my life. And more that is not in words, that I can’t write now, or ever. It’s all here, splashed across these pages.
I am going home.
We will be home soon.