I have an END at the bottom of the page. I have an HEA.
I have EIGHT THOUSAND (and eighty-one) WORDS.
In three days. For today, that makes approximately 3500.
I'm in shock. I love this story so. Very. Much. I hardly ever go back to the beginning of a story and read it all the way through while I'm writing it, but I've done that several times with this one.
Now. I don't have a title. I don't have backstory. I don't have real first names for these characters (although I have picked last names). I'm not even sure I have any markets. For all I know, there's no "short" romance markets out there at all. For all I know, I'm going to have to put it up somewhere as a freebie. For all I know, an editor will be irritated rather than charmed by the not!Tony-babble. I think I've mentioned how he runs off at both the mouth and the brain. Er. Several times.
But I've written it and it's done(ish) and it's a shiny shiny thing. Numfar! Do the Dance of Joy!