Barring anything unforeseen,
(No, I'm not speaking about you right now Fates. Someone is tempting you, somewhere else.)
I think I'm going to make it to the finish line this year. I just crested 36,000 words. Holy Woo-Fucking-Hoo. I really am excited. It's not that the words are flowing from my fingers, but I am truly enjoying this story and look forward to seeing what happens next. Since this is a month long exercise in being a pantster, I truly have no clue where is it going.
No let me rephrase that. I know where it's going, but don't know how it's getting there. So far it's a hell of a ride.