Today, I only wrote four pages in my book. I'll probably work on it a little more before I go to bed, but I'm starting to think that maybe the raw draft will be done sooner than even the time frame I set. That means I can finish typing it.
Which means I can edit it.
Which means formatting.
That means distribution.
So I might be able to give myself the birthday present of a finished book after all.
Hey, that frees NaNoWriMo up for the second book. Nice.