I have done it. I have reached a mark which I had once thought far off and unobtainable. By my word processor's built in count, I have reached one hundred thousand words, and find that I'm still not finished with my novel, though I am very nearly there. Though this milestone passes with less fanfare than the results of my NaNoWriMo competition, I feel it is more impressive than the fifty thousand word mark, and shows that I do have what it takes to not just write the bare minimum length of a novel, but to write one of depth and complexity more akin to my favorite authors of the genre have written. And I believe that for my first attempt at a novel, I could not have wanted for better. And so I will be celebrating, minorly for I wish to save the real celebration for the rough draft I will complete soon. To those who have been following me on this journey, I urge you to take a celebratory moment on my behalf. Excelsior!