2,055 words today for NaNoWriMo!
I wrote a bunch of garbage. It’s nearly devoid of meaningful structure, it’s poorly thought-out, the dialogue is lame, and the characterization and setting are phenomenally weak. Of the 2,055 words I wrote, I foresee maybe 25 or so making their way into anything resembling a final draft.
But I did it! After waking up at 5am, leaving the house at 6:15, working ten hours alternately in a freezing garage and a stifling storage room, hauling boxes that weigh more than my kids and manhandling collapsing shelving units (isn’t my job sexy??) I got home at 6:15pm, exhausted, beat-up, and ready to collapse. My awesome husband brought me supper and wrangled the kids into bed so I could write.
And I did write. And it is complete and utter crap. But I did it. And that in itself feels like a tremendous victory.