Okay, so it’s day 10 of Camp NaNoWriMo and I feel a little like I’ve been in the desert with no water for too long. I stayed up until 12:30 this morning because I just couldn’t stand to go to bed until I’d finished my word count for the day.
Of course, I wasn’t content to just shoot for the 50,000 words in one month. Oh, nooo. I set myself the goal of 2,000 words per day because I figured I could do it. I can and I am but is it worth it? I hope so.
I’m also doing this while working full time, commuting an hour each way to work and taking care of a 2 year old toddler. Yup, I’m insane.
The thing is, I just want so badly to finish a novel again. I can’t wait to hold a wrotten first draft in my hands because I know how I’m going to set about turning into gold. The thing is, it isn’t all wrotten. I’m pretty happy with a lot of the writing I’ve been doing so far. It has felt almost… inspired.
I haven’t done 2,000 words every single day but I’ve managed to make it up the next day when I didn’t. Strange things have happened that fit into my novel, like a gas explosion, for heaven’s sake! Right across the river!
Everywhere I turn, there are things that apply to my story, people that I have pulled character traits from.
It’s a marathon, there’s no doubt about it, but it sure feels great. I’m looking forward to the day when I can set a little more leisurely pace to get where I want to go, but I’m enjoying this ride, right now, just fine.