The first draft of my novel, minus five to ten pages with meta-story-stuff, has a wordcount of 51,895 words.
Hurra for me! (And thanks to BA, M., Kornelius and Pauly. Let’s not forget to mention Rachmaninov, Chopin and all the other great musicians I’ve sinked into while writing.)
This is what Douglas Adams has to say:
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
haisann! congratulations, man.. Every man should have his novel!!
Why settle with only one?… If I can get my finger out of my ass today, I might get as far as 50% through the grammar of the book (and censoring).
Congrats. Well done. I am very impressed. I was 30 when I finally completed an full first draft!
Years mean nothing, it is the words filling them we must think of.