I regret nothing.
Trying to find a rhythm to all of this.
Had to claw to get that much, but at least I have it written out now.
My wife has taken the position that I need to ease up on my expectations for this year’s NaNoWriMo, and she’s not wrong. It’s writing. I’m doing it. I need to be okay with the pace I’ve set for myself.
It’s weird. Usually I can make freaking wordcount. I’m not depressed, not oppressed, I want to write this novel, and I even know how it’s supposed to go. Still, I’m just spinning my wheels all the time. I wish I knew why. Maybe I’m just not in the mood?
Doing this in chunks is definitely working better now. I’m still several thousand words in the hole, but it’s better than it was.
Made wordcount! Apparently doing it in 300 word chunks helps a lot.
I’m… kind of beat, actually. I’m going to load the dishwasher, and go to bed. At least I have an idea of what’s happening in town now.
Considering that the only time I had to squeeze in writing today was at 5 AM in a Poconos timeshare, I’d say that’s not too bad.
Well, the good news is, I got some writing in. The bad news is, this weekend is going to be busy. Light posting generally until Sunday, in fact.