I know that it's probably not a good indicator that I'm already doing a renegade post to get my word count in on Day 1 of NaNoWriMo, but I couldn't bear the thought of not actually making some sort of progress.
I picked up the novel that I had started during last year's NaNo and was excited to work it through until the end. I had figured out a way to continue to track work counts and had even worked out where I wanted the story to go, thanks to a couple of NCOW Plot-ins last month.
I had decided to set time aside at lunch today to write.
That was a bad idea.
Fine for blogs, not fine for a piece that I'm picking back up after 23,000 words looking to add another 50,000 words to it before Dec. 1st.
So...here we are. A renegade blog post.
And 290 words on top of my current piece.
The prospects of writing tonight push me well in to the late night range. And I suppose I'm OK with that.
I need to find my stride.
And the bitch of it is, we're doing mandatory OT this week.
Going in to our busiest month of the year which also happens to be the month of NaNo.
I am not going to lie. My head is split between two worlds right now. The world of the story and the world of everyday life, paying bills, and all that other bullshit. And my head isn't really fully in either world right now.
I'm gonna have to figure it out if I'm going to stay on target for my word count.
But for now, the rainbows will have to wait. It's apparently time for me to get back to work.
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