I came into this weekend a little depressed. My word count was so low, it was embarrassing. In spite of my best efforts, including carrying my jumpdrive in my pocket for two weeks hoping I would be able to carve out a little time to write here and there, I couldn’t manage more than a few hundred words a day. My NaNoWriMo stats mocked me, taunting me with the refain: What made you think you could do this? What made you think you could do this?
I was ready to throw in the towel.
But as I have mentioned before, my stories tend to have a life of their own, and my characters take charge of the situation and decide where we’re going. They’ve taken over now and I am totally in their control. Having written a mere 8000 words up until yesterday morning, my word count is now over 15,000 and climbing fast.
I may be looking at an all-nighter…
More important than writing or anything else in my life, today is my son’s 22nd birthday. Happy Birthday, my precious Kevin. You are one of the bright suns that light my way.