Well, this is a new sensation.
In the past three years I've finished two novels, both 38K-word middle grades. Now I'm reaching the end of an adult sci fi, which I'm expecting to be about 67K words.
The rhythm feels different from the previous two, and each day I can't believe there's more to write. Of course, 67K isn't all that long for a novel, but to me it's massive.
I've set myself a strict deadline of July 15 for completing the draft. At my current rate of output, that's reasonable, but I find myself pushing through brain fog that thickens with each passing day. How very thrilled I will be when I can move on to the next stage! Hope I like what I see when I come out the other end.