I've done it! I've finished my first manuscript! Huzzah!
I love writing. It's so much fun.
I got, like 74K down, which just barely squirms inside the boundaries for the title Adult Novel (not like it's gonna be an adult novel. I'm thirteen). And technically, it about reaches the deadline for YA.
Just wait till I get into revision, though. I hate revision. I hate it with a passion. I always think, why can't the first thing be good enough? Why do I have to spend yet another batch of late nights going over countless lines of this part needs taken out. Add-- thirty minutes minimum or I didn't get this part because I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep. Make it easier to understand. Add more action. Add-- an hour of hard labor.
I'm already getting geared up for all those denied query letters from publishers I'm bound to get, too. That's the pains of being an author, though.