I did it. I wrote over 50,000 words of a novel in under a month. And the novel's not done. Oh, no. It's only a few chapters over halfway there. I'm going to have a hell of a time editing it when I'm done, but for now I'm just going to keep spewing up story until I can call my efforts a complete novel. I like my characters. I like the world I can see when I write it. I like what my main character is doing with herself, and how the story is progressing. I hate my obsession with where commas should go, and my desire to constantly go back and edit what I just wrote three seconds ago. I confess I would have hit 50,000 much sooner if I'd been better able to control my inner editor.
Still, I learned I could tone down that pesky part of me that wants to fuss about fixing verbs and improving sentence structure. It will still be there, ready and willing, when I give it a complete novel to edit to its heart's content.
I'll need a month to sleep in after all of this writing and editing comes to a close. I only hope I'll end up with a readable and enjoyable (to people other than me) novel when I'm done.
Off to bed. Good night!