Day one: I had my list and ready to go.
New keyboard and mouse… Check!
Cup of black tea… Check!
Bottle of caffeinated soda for back up… Check!
Tylenol…. (sigh) Check!
I thought that I’d be off and writing like a shot at six in the mornin’. Nope. I heard my alarm, glanced at the time, then hit the snooze. I felt incredibly guilty that I didn’t start writing until eleven. I blew most of the morning, either asleep or doing chores. Once I did get my butt in the chair, I got right to work and a few hours later emerged with 1700 less. LESS! Sure, I was deleting the occasional sentence, notes and stuff, but I didn’t think my first day would be in the negative territory.
I was too embarrassed to put my word count for the cabin.
Obviously I forgot to do something important. My editor was roaming free and fighting against the whole point of NaNoWriMo. So first thing I did the next morning was lock up that editor (don’ worry, she’s comfortable) and put my nose to the grindstone.
It’s day six, and I’ve almost made up for the loss. Still kicking myself over it, but the words are chugging along fine now.
Here’s hoping I can make to the finish line!