Well, darn. I'm not going to make my word count today.
I had to clean house before the cleaning gal came, take Katie Cat outside on her harness and leash, take a nap, and get caught up on my Northern Colorado Writers and Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers chores. And then I pooped out.
The good news: I'm going to do a two-day NaNo sprint tomorrow and Saturday. I have high hopes I'll not only get caught up but will have lots of words stored up for another day off a little later in the month. Like Thanksgiving Day, for instance.
This evening I'm going to take stock of what I've written so far and do a little planning with the hopes of laying out the rest of the story.
I know. That's very unlike me.
But it's also unlike me to write every day.
Having 10,000+ words down in six days feels awesome. On a Friday evening to Sunday morning retreat I can churn out 13,000 to 15,000 words during the quiet writing sessions. If I could do that during my two-day sprint, I'd be close to halfway done by the end of Saturday.
I sure wish I could keep that up for the next year. Just think how many first drafts I could finish.