NaNoWriMo Week Three

With only nine days left in National Novel Writing Month I'm feeling fairly confident I'll cross the 50K finish line in the next week; I just passed 35K. I've been staying pretty much on course, making my quota of at least 1667 words a day. Last Sunday I wrote 3334 new words so I'm another day ahead of schedule. Starting to feel the burn a little, too -- I didn't take a break in between my last work project and this book -- and I want to get the next work project done early. Too ambitious, probably, but I'd rather push myself than drag my feet.

I've been trying to be a better NaNo buddy this past week (Theo, you'll have to grade me on that) and also get over and read some of the topics on the NaNoWriMo forum. Instead of feeling ancient and saying nothing, this week I've made myself leave a few comments where I thought I contribute something useful. That's also good for me, and gives my high horse a rest.

I have missed this, a lot. I think I realized how much this past week. I'm wearing my NaNoWriMo 2019 t-shirt frequently when we go out. I ignore the weird looks I get, and I just think Hardcore writer here, pal, deal with it. I'm also being nice to myself and doing little things as self-rewards when I hit my daily goals. I read Mary Balogh's new novella Someone to Remember one night. I've got Bill Bryson's newest book, The Body, which just arrived yesterday, and will be my reward for finishing. The second I hit 50K I'm ordering the winner t-shirt, too!

Comments

nightsmusic said…

Are you kidding? You've been a great NaNo buddy! Especially since I'm lagging far behind. I suspect that unless my lightbulb really goes off, I won't hit the finish line. But I'm really enjoying what's going on and that to me is most important. For me. It's been awhile since I've been writing like this again :) So 'win or lose,' I'm just happy I'm writing.

November 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM

the author said…

I think you have the right attitude. Also, November -- as you say, the worst month in the year for this, really.

November 21, 2019 at 3:53 PM

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