NaNoWriMo begins today.
Well, I could have started writing my novel for National Novel Writing Month at 12:00am this morning, but I decided to go to sleep around 11:30 so that I could get an early start this morning. Have I written anything yet? No.
But it has been a productive morning and I'm jittery with ideas and the anxiety of possibly failing for the 5th time. By failing, I mean writing less than 50,000 words in 30 days. That's approximately 1,667 words a day, which doesn't seem like too much, especially if you break it down into two sessions of 833.5 words each. And there are still fifteen and a half hours left in my day, minus eight or nine that will be spent at work (where I probably won't write). Here's what I've done so far:
Made coffee and drank it in my NaNoWriMo mug from last year. Put away the dishes. Pulled Phoebe out of the dishwasher after she snuck in. Ate instant oatmeal. Took a photo of my mug. Read a few blogs. Opened up and cropped a few other photos I'd like to blog about soon. Threw Phoebe off my desk, away from my line of sight to the computer screen, multiple times. Started writing this blog entry.
And there you have 210 words that do not count for my word count. I have iTunes set to play randomly from my list of favorite alt rock songs, so I better freakin' get started. I might have to change the music to classical or Radiohead so that I can concentrate better, though. Marcy's Playground just turned into Nirvana that just turned into Alanis, and I sing along in my head too much to be able to write at the same time. Even though I apparently can do it while writing blogs. Huh.
