As we speak, I'm moments away from finishing chapter 22 (right now it's failing to give me a nice, logical "ending point." Ah well.) Do you know what this means?
Probably not. So let me tell you.
It means the end is not far off. Although I didn't plot the book precisely (remember, Stephen King said not to), my best guess is that there will be 27-ish chapters in total. Five more. Five more little chapters. That's about another 10 to 15,000 words above the 50,000 I have already.
After that comes the rewrite. The polish. The hasty filling in of gaps where the story makes no sense (it makes perfect sense in my head, of course). The tweeking of certain characters to make them more (or less) likeable. The removal of unnecessary adjectives.
And that's it. It will finally be done. I will have written a novel. All by myself.
What will I do then?!