I stayed up until midnight on Wednesday night, and wrote eighteen hundred words before falling into bed a little after 1am. I then wrote during lunchtime yesterday, a little more last night, and a little over lunchtime today – all in an effort to get a little ahead of the curve on this idiotic race towards fifty thousand words by the end of the month.
Knowing I can knock out over fifteen hundred words an hour when I put my mind to it makes the task seem somewhat easier – except of course the words have to make at least a little sense. I have to keep telling myself to just write – get the words down – don’t re-read and start tinkering. I never proof-read blog posts, so it makes little difference.
Anyway. Just thought I would drop in and say hello.
And yes, I know I said I was going to do NaNoWriMo as a series of long blog posts, but I decided against it. I’m writing “The Book of Me” – kind of a tour of anything and anything I’m interested in, along with huge swathes of life story. I thought it might be rather cathartic, and would require little or no imagination – just a good memory.