Hey y'all! Sorry for the radio silence after telling y'all I would post soon :( Writing the final stretch of the book kicked my butt. And yes I did say final, because after 27 days of writing I have finally actually done it and written 45k words of an entire book in 27 days, YIPPIEEEE!!!
It's no where close to fully done though as I have multiple entire chapters that I want to add and multiple drafts ahead of me (a bit much for something that can't actually be released but I don't care) But any way, here's the explication I promised you
I originally had this long well written thing to explain everything but I accidentally deleted it so here's the revised version. In the days between june 4 and june 11 I was very busy, doing such things as going nine hours between my grandma's house and my about six times, going to my brothers graduation, helping take care of a stray kitten with worms (and got into TADC one day after they stopped showing the last act in theaters, does that count?). I got 0 words written during that time period and that put me behind a butt ton, it was weighing on me a ton and writing no longer felt any fun at all, but just a chore that ate away at me every day I doubled my daily word count and it still wouldn't have been enough. So on june 18 (I think, don't quote me on that) I sat down and rearranged the caldear to discount june 4 through 11 from the day count, and four extra grace I extended the dead line four days. For the first time in a while I sat down and wrote and actually enjoyed it, my word count added ment something, instead of being a chip off the massive word debt.
Could I have done what my writing book recommended and sucked it up and stayed up late every night and blocked out friends and family until my word count was reached? Probably yeah, and this might sound a bit sappy but I think my generation is romanticizing unhealthy things like bad mental states and sleep deprivation for productivity, and I don't want to do that, I want my relationships to be higher priority then the clout of being able to say I wrote a novel in a month. Which I technically still did but I wrote a novel in four and 23 days sounds a lot less catchy.
TLDR: I finished my novel and I changed the deadline for personal reasons.
Thanks for supporting me, and find me again next year where I will almost certainly put myself through this again.