Day 8 of NaNoWriMo. It has come to this:
I am cold, and that makes my knee hurt, which makes me think about how much Willow’s knee must hurt, and am thus wearing an appropriate Writing Hat and considering rigging together a Snuggie out of a fleece blanket. Or a Slanket. Something like that.
The hardest parts of the “novel” are just ahead, and I am realizing I have left out even harder parts before that. No matter. I still have 22 days. I can go back and fill in the gaps. There’s time.
Despite what this picture indicates, my manuscript is not going to say “All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy” for 50,000 words. I am tired but not unhinged. The process is great. Whatever the result may be, and whether or not I do delete it AND set it on fire as planned: I’m writing.