*checks* Yes, 38 hours.
And guess what? The packing craze has hit, and the last twelve hours have been a hectic time of packing and unpacking and repacking and cleaning and carrying and packing.
And also guess what? My word count is 40,000 words.
I tried giving up. I really did. I felt like that poor cat.
But I've been bothered back into stubbornness. I received feedback from my sisters like this:
"I'm giving up on my novel. I'm tired, it's been a long day, and I don't have enough time. I'm giving up."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not. You will write that novel. It doesn't matter that you're tired."
Needless to say, I discovered that my sisters had the same stubbornness and passion for debating that I have. So I'm going to do this crazy thing. Another friend told me, "COURAGE, Jake! Courage! Just think what an epic story this will make. ^_^ Not just the story you're writing, but also the tale you'll be able to boast to your friends, of this brave feat accomplished. XD"
So let's go.