I was true to my word and holed up in my apartment for an entire day and a half to write, leaving only to have dinner with my parents on Sunday and even writing through that, much to my mother’s enjoyment. “Nicole, will you please get that thing off the table?” – that’s my mom referring to my laptop. Anyway, she made pasta with ricotta and sauce. So. It was worth it.
ANYWAY. I wrote – and I did the math. And I’m not good at math, so I checked it with my calculator. I wrote 13,338 words this weekend. And it was basically the most painful thing I’ve ever done. But also the most rewarding? To see my counter move past the halfway point. There’s so much blue now and so little gray. Look I’ll show you:
I’m all caught up now and ready to hit my 50,000 words on or before November 30th! Rock on, WriMo’ers!