Okay, maybe I am a little desperate crazy. I get so jealous of all the WriMos who have 30k+ words in the first week. What is the matter with you people?! I hate to be shown up. I have a competitive spirit and if I wasn't trying, if I was writing jibberish instead of something that halfway makes sense, I could probably type out 30k in a week too.
As it is, I'm not one of those crazy college kids writing a book for a lark. I'm actually trying to get something out of it. A story line that makes sense. I check my word count frequently because I often forget that I'm writing a story for the story. I'm trying to make my daily word count goal, I'm trying to stay above it by a day at least (competitive spirit, remember?).
Right now, the skies are clear, the sailing is smooth. My deep-seated hope is to hit 20,000 by Saturday. My rookie year, the 20k's were the most dangerous part of my journey. Last year I breezed through them and almost perished in the 35k's.
I'm not ahead today, I don't feel motivated. I really hope I'm not coming down with something, but I don't think I am. The weather is kid of icky and (say it with me!) I hate November. There's ol' Lief, the muse, ready to do some heavy lifting this weekend. It's supposed to warm up (the weather, not Lief), so maybe I'll be reenergized by the sun. Fight, battle on, whether you're a WriMo or a writer or something. We can see the end. It's kind of far away, but it's there.