(Or the lack thereof.)
It’s Friday, six days into Camp NaNoWriMo, and I have written exactly zero words.
The weather has been hot and miserable (we had a heat index in the triple digits on Wednesday, which is almost unheard of here) and I think my mind melted.
That’s not to say that I haven’t been THINKING about writing, because I have. I have some hastily scribbled notes about stuff to go back and add to what’s already written. I think I’m going to end up with a very disjointed 30,000 words by the end of the month.
Anyhow, the weather has cooled off some so my energy level is picking up. And I’m on night shift this weekend so I’m hoping to make up some lost time (and words) between now and Monday.
I doubt I’ll get all 9k written by then, but I’ll be happy with 6000 words. Or even one thousand at the rate I’m going.
(At the rate I’m going, even one word would be progress!)
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