Yeah, I’ve missed a few days, despite saying I would post every day.
However, I warned you. My body and soul aim to take the path of least resistance to the satisfactory level of success. And that little NaNoWriMo widget you see to your right has been great justification to not write daily posts. “Even I’m getting annoying with my word count posts. Anyone who cares will just look at the widget…. Now, where were we, jelly donut?”
Okay, I haven’t eaten one, but I deserve one. 11 days in and I am actually a teeny tiny bit ahead…. 186 words if you like numbers. Which is no one. Which is 0.
Regardless, I am excited with how this is going. After accumulating almost 20,000 words, you begin to realize the power of momentum, and not letting your word excrement story down. I’m 37% the way there, which doesn’t sound very encouraging, but looking at the time it has taken, I feel stupid for not having done this before.
It hasn’t all been rosy. In fact, Saturday was a no-word day. Not even phone words.
But embarking on this word vomiting journey as made me realized how many opportunities there are in a day to write, even just a little bit. It’s not romanticized like I always wanted it to be, holed up in some writing retreat, muses dancing and twirling, shoving ideas and donuts and candy into my mouth as I write.
Its much more like me in my underwear on the couch. Or in between sets at the gym. Or half asleep. Or waiting for my damn car to be fixed.
I am starting to treat writing like a job, like a skill to hone. I have to show up, I have to put in the work. And more than counting words, that’s what I wanted from NaNoWriMo. Even though I am only at 37%, I feel like I’ve won.
I do plan on finishing this race, as no one stops 10 miles into a marathon:
“Hey guys, I’m feeling pretty done over here. Perchance you could bring the finish line over here?”
Actually, I bet a lot of people do. I would. Running sucks.
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