It’s day sixteen of the NaNoWriMo and we are now over half way through the challenge and although weary at times I’m still determined to succeed. However, little did I know when I committed to NaNoWriMo that I would travel to France thereby losing two days travelling, unable to write as my adorable baby granddaughter thinks grandma is her best toy, and then she kindly gave me her cold so I ended up at the doctors who diagnosed I had a chest infection and bronchitis.
Now safely home I’m battling to make up my word count, but at times it feels like I’m climbing Everest. Not that I’ve ever tried climbing a mountain you understand, but I can imagine the effort. If you look at the graph above it actually does resemble mountaineering as the line is on a steep upward gradient. Now if you imagine turning the graph round the other way and count down…perhaps phycologically 50,000 words would not seem such an uphill task and less daunting. I know drink less red wine Piglet, and more water.
I’ve now notched up just over 20,000 words and am only about 6500 words behind target. The words flow but as they say “The mind is willing but the body weak”. People ask why attempt to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Why? This story has lain dormant in the recesses of my mind for a long time, so why not? It’s only a matter of discipline.