I did it -- just barely. I made my (very low) word count goal, but I didn't finish my project. I think, in fact, that I will abandon the project -- or at least resurrect it in a very different format one day. It became a different animal than I'd intended, and not in the cute "look, it's like the characters are real people because they're doing what they want" kind of a way. I was still following my loose outline, and my characters were still behaving as I expected. But I'd wanted to write a kind of zany, madcap comedy novelette of maybe 20,000 words maximum...and what I started to shape was actually a pretty dramatic short novel more than twice that size.
That's not what I meant to do at all.
I know, the muse calls and yadda yadda. I'm cool with the muse, and I think she's pretty cool with me. But this month was a sort of awful clusterfuck of bad timing and bad writing. Like, I won and all. But I'm not really that proud of it.
It still feels like a failure.
If I revisit this project in the future, I'm going to start from scratch. And maybe the story is good enough that it will be worth the time later - I don't know yet. In the mean time I'm going to keep slogging through the rewrite of my first novel. At least this particular uncomfortable interlude has given me a taste for that!
So maybe it was a tiny success after all.
Big thanks to my cabin mates: @tanyasimonesimpson, @tinpoet, @farewellpalace, @arxvis, @shadeofdreams, and IsabellaM (so sorry -- not sure of your user name), and of course @tvansantana for organizing the whole thing.