May 20: 55,000 words written. Alinsa asks: "You think you might be done by September?" Me: "It's coming along pretty quickly, and I'm planning for it to be a standard novel length, like 80-120k. So if I keep up this pace, sure."
September 1: 110k written. "I'm not gonna finish it this month. Maybe by the end of October, though. Then I could do Nanowrimo."
October 31: 150k written. "There's not 50k left, so I can't say 'I'm finishing it for Nanowrimo'. But I should be able to finish it by the end of November. It's almost done."
November 24, 168k: "... there's more left than I thought. I should be able to finish it by the end of the first week of December. Second at the latest."
December 15, 188k: "BOOK WHY ARE YOU SO LONG?"
December 24, 197k: "DANGIT BOOK IF I DON'T FINISH YOU THIS YEAR IT BLOWS MY GOALS FOR THE WHOLE YEAR."
December 25, 201k: "Okay, I only have like three scenes left. I can do this."
December 26, 203k: "I finished a scene! I only have four left."
December 28, 206k: "I finished three scenes! Only two to go."
December 29, 208k: "I finished two more scenes. Only ... one? To go? I am pretty sure I am just lying to myself about how much is left at this point."
December 30, 209.5k, two scenes later: "Book! I HAVE FINISHED YOU. AHAHAHA." \o/
Decmember 30, 25 minutes later: "Well. Crap. What do I do with my time *now*?"
Guess it's time to decide what I'm writing next.