Well, I did it.
Even with a full time office practice, family, house and pets to care for, not to mention a new blog to nurture, somehow I managed to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days (26, actually.)
Full disclosure: it's not actually finished, even though I crossed the 50K word finish line this evening. But I have every intention of finishing the story, such as it is, sometime in the next four days, as I am very close to The End.
Is it any good? Who knows.
I can tell you that the story didn't turn out quite the way I thought it would when I started. I'm sure it has its moments, though I don't think it's as good as last year's novel (which I edited, polished and self-published.) Then again, I haven't gone back and actually read it yet, so I have no idea what -- if anything -- will become of it.
But for the moment I am just basking in the glow (and icing my fingers.)