Welcome to....NaNoWriWi?
Nov. 23rd, 2012 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThree weeks of November, been and gone, and 700-odd words to show for it.
There were distractions. One election, one birthday, plenty of work and even plentier of procrastination. As recently as a week ago, the local NaNo group sent me an encouraging email-
-which I ignored, as readily as I put aside every impulse to add to my lame count. Then there was a garage door, and a race, and, no more encouraging emails- just donation begs from the NaNo list.
Which is why, today, that count more than quadrupled to over 2,800, with the next several grafs already in my head, waiting to hit screen.
At least six characters were born this afternoon, after I got back from workout, and annoying off-day phone calls, and midday napping, and determined not shopping. The momentum has finally arrived.
Tomorrow begins the final seven days. 7,500 words a day and this baby's in the can. Two days ago, I had no confidence I could walk, much less partially run, a five mile course, and I did. Tonight, I have every confidence that this last-week push will birth a baby of a book before Sagittarius is barely a week old.
There were distractions. One election, one birthday, plenty of work and even plentier of procrastination. As recently as a week ago, the local NaNo group sent me an encouraging email-
It's not too late for your story to begin!
-which I ignored, as readily as I put aside every impulse to add to my lame count. Then there was a garage door, and a race, and, no more encouraging emails- just donation begs from the NaNo list.
Which is why, today, that count more than quadrupled to over 2,800, with the next several grafs already in my head, waiting to hit screen.
At least six characters were born this afternoon, after I got back from workout, and annoying off-day phone calls, and midday napping, and determined not shopping. The momentum has finally arrived.
Tomorrow begins the final seven days. 7,500 words a day and this baby's in the can. Two days ago, I had no confidence I could walk, much less partially run, a five mile course, and I did. Tonight, I have every confidence that this last-week push will birth a baby of a book before Sagittarius is barely a week old.