NaNoWriMo One For One

Last night, I could only manage to get 600 or so words down. It was a miserable output. But tonight, this morning, a few minutes ago, I put the period on word No. 50,010. I did it. I finished. I wrote fiction. Is it good? Who cares? With the word count careening toward the NaNoWriMo goal of 50,000, I actually felt nerves. You know that feeling you get when you're about to step up to the plate in the last inning with two outs and a runner at third? Or that feeling when you're on the line with a chance to win the game with two made free throws? Or that feeling when you're at JFK airport awaiting your girlfriend to emerge from baggage claim after her excruciatingly long trip from Australia? I felt it tonight. The rush of heat that fills your gut.

The story's not finished yet, though. Dammit.