No cute sayings, really, or much of anything. I made 2363 words today, which is short of the 2500 word goal I set for myself, but still kicked butt over the 1667 word daily minimum that is required to finish a 50k word piece in 30 days. I'm trying to set up for Thanksgiving, and Sunday (where I have guests) and stuff like that, when I know I can't write. Tomorrow ought to be another good day for it, since I have JP after work.
What feels good about this is that I
am writing again. Words are coming out of my fingertips. They may be
awful words, but they're there, on the screen, committed into something vaguely resembling a story. I'm not sure they'll ever be workable into something I could sell, but it feels good not to be afraid of writing things down. It feels really good not to overthink and to just
do.
I've learned that I can, indeed, write every day if I resign myself to pissing my family off. What comes next as the month goes on is figuring out how to get the routine going so that no one is angry at me, and I'm not angry at them. Like, when Chick asks, "are you writing now?" and I growl because the answer is noooo I'm not as long as she's talking to me. Things like that. Kev ought to finish the heating system up soon and I'll get my office back. With heat! Massive yay for that.
Anyway. Wordmeter, then I'm going to go play for the evening.
16672 / 50000 words. 33% done!