So here we are, and as I'm reading the blogs and testing the waters, I'm finding several blog posts about people giving up hope of ever reaching 50,000 words by Friday. Many of the posts opine their sorrow of not finishing, feeling like their writing skills are sub-par, lamenting the coveted goal of winning the competition.
My answer to those people is: so what?
The task of attempting to write a 50,000 word novel in a month is a stellar task indeed. It is, as they say, nothing to sneeze at. If you have written even half of that in a month and it's good stuff, then what does it matter. Try again next year. The point is that your attempt to write a novel is awesome and you should never sell yourself short by belittling your abilities or complaining about your shortcomings.
Writing is indeed hard work. It takes a lot of steam to push up that mountain and write a long form plot with subplots, multiple characters, multi-layered settings and metaphors and all other things that make for good writing. The task, even for writers who make a living doing so, is monumental and demands its pound of flesh.
So do not fret, do not beat yourself up. Rework that novel and finish it now that you've started it. Maybe it will be a novella, maybe it will become the germ of a larger work. Who knows?
Take a break for now, but then as soon as you recover, dig down and write.