Early this morning, I wrote 700 words before crawling into bed. So far, I’ve written 50,290. Technically, I’ve won NaNoWriMo. But I know I have a lot of work ahead of me; the novel is far from done. Initially my goal was to finish it by the end of November; I knew that getting to 50k wouldn’t be challenging enough for me, and that my real challenge is to actually finish something.
I’m not sure if it’s going to be done by the end of November now. There’s a lot going on. My mind is in seventy-thousand directions right now. I can’t even begin to get it all down into words. I will, but for now I’m just processing.
Writing is keeping me going, but I pretty much feel like a zombie right now. Not a dead tired kind of zombie feeling, but a Stone Sour kind of zombie feeling. I’m like a zombie chewing on brains, trying to swallow it all down, but it just doesn’t taste very good. They’re bad brains. And this is a horrible analogy.
I might not be online too much, but I’m here. And I truly do appreciate all of the tweets and BBMs from everyone. It’s been a tough last twelve hours, but I’m hanging in there. Eating brains.