That was the final tally this morning for An Uncertain Light, my frist stab at a novel-length piece of fiction. In the font style I use (11pt Cambria or Mangal depending on my mood and monitor, double-spaced) it comes out to about 211 pages.
I have at least another 30,000+ words and tons of revision work before I can even think about calling it finished, but with a little less than 12 hours before the deadline, I've more than satisfied the requirement for "winning" NaNoWriMo this year. I wrote more this month than the previous 11 months combined, and have experienced that special spark that comes with writing your way out a problem on more than one occasion. I didn't do much in the way of notes, just had a basic story in my head and let the words takes me in whatever direction they decided to go.
Lots more to do before it's really "showable" - my wife read about 30 pages and said, "it felt like I was reading a book," which was kind of the point. It's incredible to think about, but I'm inching lcoser and cloder to the ultimate goal of having a full, complete manuscript of a novel that will garner dozens, if not hundreds, of rejection slips...
...which is a huge step up, considering the notion of having a novel actually written seemed like a pipe dream only a year ago.
My friend Bob is, as of last night, less than 2,000 words away from the goal. Have at it, and congratulations to everyone else who participated!