NaNoWriMo last Monday. However (you knew there was a however, didn't you?), I'm sitting at around 10,000. I was trucking along well until Friday night. Then, the weekend stole my NaNo mojo.
So how do I view this? Practically, I know I should be stoked that I have gone from being one-third of the way through my manuscript (remembering that I cheated a little and am not starting from scratch) to nearly halfway through. When you're talking about 90,000 words, anything from 40,000 upwards is 'nearly half' if you ask me. So that's a win.
On the other hand, I'm not at 15,000 words - which would take me from 'nearly halfway' to halfway-for-real. On Sunday night, I was feeling stressed about my lack of progress. Ironing my way through a pile of uniforms, I could feel the tension rising as I tried to work out how I could make up the shortfall. It had been a long day (the fete and all), I was tired and the prospect of sitting down to knock out 3000 words was not appealing. So there's a loss.
It was then that it hit me. I'd written nearly 10,000 words in a week. My manuscript, which had been rolling around in my bottom drawer (metaphorically speaking) for months, is back in focus. I'm making progress. Another win.
So far today, I've managed only 500 words. I reckon I can eke out another 1000 before bed. It's not going to make me a NaNo Star. But it's 1500 words that I didn't have this morning.
It's a long and painful process, this novel-writing business. You have to take the wins where you can get them.
How are my NaNo friends travelling? Share your wins!