I am filled with unutterable joy, because I have just reached a milestone in my life. Some of you have already reached it, and so I know that you will be able to rejoice with me.
I didn't make fifty thousand words, so I guess that it doesn't qualify as a novel, but 42,281 words was all that I had for Christmas at the Tittletons. Perhaps when I begin to edit it I will add more.
So what if it is not technically a novel? I still finished my first 'chapter book.' And it was a lot of fun to write, even if it was hard sometimes. Thankfully I already knew the basics of the plot, as I had my previously written play to use. But still, it's a book, and it's finished!
I am really tired, but I knew I could finish it if I stayed up, so I did, and I did!
All are welcome to applaud or cheer or whatever you do at a time like this.
Thanks ever so much for reading, and God bless,
*Ahem* small disclaimer
I am by no means comparing myself to Charles Dickens just because I put his picture up there. I just happen to think that he was one of the greatest authors ever, and also I tried to imitate his style in CATT. That's all. Also I was saving that picture for the frabjous day when I would finish CATT.