Well, I did it. I hit my personal NaNo goal for this year, and I'm feeling pretty dang pleased with myself. I'd meant to start re-writes tonight, but technical problems got in the way of that, and as it turns out, that was a good thing, because it gave me a chance to get some truly excellent feedback from my Katie. She confirmed some niggling concerns of mine, but better than that she gave me a freaking solution. So I'm stoked to work that back in with all the other tweaks (/complete revamps) I have in mind.
Once I lumped everything together (including that bit I wrote back in October), The Oathbreaker came out to be over 20,000 words long, which is a perfectly respectable novella. Perhaps even an anchor work for a collection of short-stories? You know, the short-stories I, uh, didn't write because apparently I was too busy writing a novella...
(It's cool you guys- I have plenty in the archives.)
Although the feeling of triumph I have over actually managing to fight through exhaustion/distractions/time constraints/illness/etc to write at least 10 minutes a day (and often closer to 20 or even 30) every day for a month is pretty damn rewarding, I also feel like maybe I should treat myself to a more tangible prize. Something writing-related, of course. Maybe one of those pens that turns longhand to typed words... mmm, luxury.