And from the sludge that is her novel, she emerges, just north of the 50,000-word finish line.
She looks around, confused. "What day is it?" she asks.
"Why, it is Tuesday, November 25th."
"November 25th? It isn't time yet. No, no," she mumbles, disappearing back into the sludge. "It isn't time yet."
Yes! I have reached 50,000 words! And look at the pretty winner's badge!