49,160 words and a peaceful easy feeling

I have this ridiculously happy feeling bursting in my chest.

It's the weirdest happy I've ever felt.

And I think it's called pride.

Tonight I polished off another 2,000 words or so in my quest for NaNo and now have only 840 words to go.

It is a pittance of words.

A flash story.

An hour's canoodling on the computer.

This marathon is so close to being over that I can literally taste it. (It tastes remarkably like chicken.)

I could finish it tonight. I could.

But I want to be fresh when I walk down the last 840 words. I want to go slow, take in the scenery, wave to my friends with their pom poms cheering me on. I want to savour the moment as I cross the finish line and then I want to do something really amazing to celebrate.

I don't know what that is because right now nothing feels big enough to celebrate this victory in the style that it deserves.

Never in my whole life have I shown this much discipline.

Never have I written so much.

Tomorrow I will celebrate a victory that is more than just winning a silly writing contest. Tomorrow I will celebrate a victory over a war that has been waged within myself.

But tonight ... I will sleep.