Oh, and I kinda wrote a book.
By book I mean memoirs and by kinda I mean I at least got to 50,000 words. It's not totally finished. Mostly because since it's about my life and I'm still alive, I don't know how to end it. Hopefully not with my death cause that would totally suck. I'm sure I'll write at least ten more stories and shove them somewhere toward the end. Plus there's that whole pesky editing thing where people tell you how much you suck and how no one wants to read about the time you somehow accidentally stabbed yourself with a rusty nail from some homeless guys mattress.
In the meantime I'm actually feeling really accomplished. Mostly because the NaNoWriMo site put "Winner" next to my name and that's always a plus. Also, I've got flashy buttons and stuff to parade around the internet.
And now I can cross "Complete NaNoWriMo" off my 30 Before 30 List. And that feels fantastic.
For anyone who wants to, I have an unedited excerpt (otherwise known as Chapter One) posted up on my NaNoWriMo novel page. Let me know what you think.