NaNoWriMo was mostly successful this year, for a first attempt. I didn't manage to make it to 50,000 words like Jack_Cade and numerous other seriously industrious souls did. In fact, I managed almost exactly half of that, weighing in on Day 30 at just over 25,000 words. However, Jack's insistence that I try the exercise in the first place has left me actually wanting to continue writing a novel, something I never thought I would do.
So here goes: I have to eventually sift through the continuity car-crash that is already blocking the road, but meanwhile, here's the ongoing saga of Pongo Pygmaeus.