Well here we are at the finish line.
There are bodies, broken fingers, puddles of sweat and lost files littering the track behind us, but that's where it is, behind us. We made it! Some of us are in better shape than others, but we're all here at the finish line looking rather dazed and pleased with ourselves. And we should be pleased with our efforts, whether they were little or a lot, we still made the effort and that's what counts.
Speaking of counts, it's time to anti-up the full figures. I'll be up-dating the word meters until late Thursday night so leave your final total in the comments and come back on Friday for the graduation ceremony. Bring you champers and wear your best writerly outfits.
Okay, now to the serious side of things, if you could all just pick up a specimen jar on your way past the front table, the toilets are out the back. Once all the drugs test come back clean the results will be official.
Great month ladies, but don't think it's over, no...... We'll be here, editing, writing, blogging, dancing on the tables topless.... oh, no dancing on the tables topless?! Too cold you say. Okay, well I guess it's not wise then.
Catch you all at the ceremony on Friday. I promise to wear a top.