Somehow the morning moved along to noon and I realize that I’ve written only 360 words today. Not even 360 words of today’s work. It just filled out the tail end of yesterday’s work. I passed 20,000 words yesterday, and could reasonably take the day off and find something obsessively fascinating to read. I’ve been doing that right along, so the only thing difference would be admitting that I’m not going to write at all. Get thee behind me, NaNo.
But I probably won’t do that. Out of the first week of NaNo, I think I’ve actually been happy to write for two days. Maybe less. I’m stuck in one of those periods where writing is more slogging than fun. But it gets done, nontheless. I’ve met my daily quota of 2,000 plus every day, but I’d like to have another one or two like the first two days of 5,000 plus and 4,000 plus. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow. Onward.