Well, NaNoWriMo is one week underway and I’m running behind. I’ve written about 9,300 words at this point, though I’m not done for the day. Unfortunately, my daughter and I both got a nasty little cold last weekend and the first week it was rather difficult to write anything much, between being tired with taking care of her at night and getting sick myself.
Thankfully, NaNoWriMo is more of a marathon, a race of endurance, than a sprint, so there’s always time to catch up. In fact, I don’t recall them offering it before, but I see in my stats on NaNoWriMo.org the breakdown of how many words I would have to write daily in order to finish on time. It turns out it’s only about 100 words more per day than the original 1,667. Doesn’t seem so terrible when you think of it like that.
This past week I’ve had a couple discussions with people about what 50,000 words means. It’s not really a whole book, is it, they would say. Perhaps not, but it certainly can be. I listened to Neil Gaiman read The Ocean at the End of the Lane some weeks ago on audio CD and it was brilliant! The other day I received the hard copy so I could write a review and stared at it in shock. This is a very small book, but it certainly didn’t seem that way when I listened to it. It’s only 178 pages, probably somewhere between 50,000 and 60,000 words.