I’m starting to lose track of the days already. That can’t possibly be good. Not even the strictest of my college day schedules is keeping me on track datewise. Unfortunately, today was both stressful and busy, which meant minimum productivity. Don’t get me wrong. I’m well on my way to 12,000.
My lofty goal for the end of the weekend is 20,000. I should be spending Saturday afternoon in the Cup with nothing but the word count ticker on my mind, though, so this should do absolute wonders for my novel. Hopefully I will hit some sort of plot brilliance by then, although I think I’m starting to hash out mentally a general direction.
Reading The Christmas Train by David Baldacci while I’m writing this story is probably going to end up influencing me in some way, not going to lie. But that’s okay. Maybe Baldacci can lend me some sort of divine inspiration (although right now all he’s got me doing is wanting to hop on a train with my laptop and go as far as it will let me), and I will suddenly be plowing through my novel with vigor and excitement.
I’m still pumped about this. I missed this feeling so much – this burning desire to just write, write, write. I missed remembering how much I absolutely adored fiction. And for reminding me of that passion, NaNoWriMo deserves all the thanks in the world!
On to the first weekend of November, which will be a prosperous and fruitful one for me, and I hope the same for all you fellow NaNoers out there.
