Today I had a 4,000-plus word day. 4,040 words, to be exact. Needless to say, I'm quite psyched about this development--especially since I've been lax during the last couple of days.
What can I say? Work and life get in the way.
I got off to a phenomenal start, and then I slipped. I didn't make my first Onerosity deadline, so Tony gets to choose our next play in the city. (No big deal. He's actually been a real sweetheart, and he won't let me wager anything too awful.) I slipped further behind Monday and Tuesday, and then, on Wednesday, I blazed through 3,700-plus words.
Frankly, I shocked myself with that output. Even as I was recording my word count for the day, I had thought I was sitting just shy of 3,000 words.
And now, I've blown past 4,000 in a single day. Not so bad.
Of course, tomorrow reality intrudes. I've got so much work on my plate. But it's so invigorating to make progress on this novel. And incredibly freeing. A plot point occurs to me, and I throw it in. I have no idea where it's going to go or whether I'll be able to shape it into anything worth publishing.
But the fact is, I'm writing. And I'm writing prodigious amounts.
That, my friends, is the object of NaNoWriMo.
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