NaNoWriMo - Day 27 - All's well, if it ends well

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Three days to go, so much to do.
Although I've reached the 50,000-word target I have not finished the novel, and the plot changes are causing a little consternation.
I know now how it is going to end, but it's the getting there, in three days that's the problem.
So, back and forth I go, laying the groundwork in the earlier chapters and I now have only one more piece to fix, the words on the document that set the series of events in motion.
Novel writing is exhausting.
The first draft is going to be a horrible mess and when I print it out it's going to be covered in post-it notes, but after all is said and done it will be a novel written in 30 days, a remarkable achievement.

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