Three Days of Literary Madness

I did it. I wrote a novel in three days. It was savagely wonderful. With some sponsorship, I managed to rent a room in a local BnB and lock myself away from household chores and the demands and distractions (both good and bad) of kids. I was afraid I'd stall out in the middle, but something about the deadline spurred me on, exactly what I'd hoped for. Ironically, the novel came in at only 31,000 words, but checking in with fellow writers, I've found that that's quite normal for a 3-day novel. Whew! I won't find out until January if the impossible has happened and I've actually won the contest. Not likely, but then, that's not really the point. Until then, I think I'll leave the book alone.