So. I've written a complete first draft of a novel in the span of a week, starting Monday 7 am, finishing Sunday, 5:30 pm.
I really don't know if this is happy news, or terrifying news. I've kind of shattered my comfortable expectations of how much writing a person could reasonably accomplish and still be productive.
Can't really think about it right now. My mind is numb.
Whipped up the cover before I ever started, in case I self pub on Kindle. Any thoughts or criticisms?