30 days. Lots of coffee. 51,412 words. I wrote a novel.

Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.
--Ray Bradbury

With my trusty dog at my feet, I felt like a real writer. Actually, it was my parents' dog, but I borrowed her. Flipper didn't care if I laughed or cried at my manuscript as long as I gave her a good scratch behind the ears every now and then.

Sustenance. On my last day of noveling, I chose pumpkin bread and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee to energize me to the very end of 118 pages full of 51,412 words.

The first sip of hot coffee in The Igloo on my last day of writing.

I did it. I wrote a novel. Now what?