Today I did it. Just now.
My house is a mess, my husband is mad at me, my kids are not happy, little guy is screeching at his sister in his evil voice, and the grass still isn't cut. But I am elated. I made it past 50,000 words on a story I used to think was mostly done at 42,000 words. My friends and family may not get the significance of that number, but I know you all do.
For now, I set my novel aside and celebrate, which may only mean going to the Indian restaurant instead of reheating left-overs. If nothing else, I will relax and let myself feel proud today.
Tomorrow, I will write one more chapter. And then the next....
I only have three or four new chapters to go plus several more chapters to revise before I'm done...done enough to edit the whole thing one more time, maybe more than once.
Even though there's a lot of work ahead of me, the completion of my novel feels very close today.