Last night, I hit the required minimum word count in order to successfully "win" National Novel Writing Month—50,000. While my book is hardly finished, I'm over halfway there. And that's a good feeling.
How the hell did I write that much in 12 days? Well, I woke up anywhere between 5:30 and 6 a.m. most of those mornings, and either put in some time before I went to work, or spent the entire day at it. That, and espresso. Lots and lots of espresso.
I'm a writer—this is what I do. I expect a lot from myself because I know I'm capable of meeting my goals. Don't be afraid to do the same. You'll be amazed what you can accomplish if you're just willing to put some work behind it. Speaking of, I'd better get back to writing...