8,500 words and 2 days remain in my NaNoWriMo adventure. This has been a really fun month-long project, and my pride refuses to admit that I’m not going to make it by the deadline. But I have to work the next two days, and I have laundry and housework to do. And 4,250 words a day is a steep order. Not impossible, really, but even if I had a full day of time to write that, it would be a challenge. When I was in the cabin finishing Daukherville, my daily goal was 5,000 words.
It’s going to be tough, especially given how difficult I find endings to write. Tipping events toward a conclusion has always been the most awkward part for me unless I’m writing a short story.
The good news is that I think I know what is going to happen from here, so it’s a fairly straightforward process of writing the chapters I think make sense. But I’m going to have to keep my fingers moving, and I’m worried I’m coming down with a cold.
But no rest for the weary. My pride will not allow it.