On to day 3 and it has to be said, things are not going as well as could be hoped. I started the week with the remnants of a cold. I thought I would have recovered by now, but, while the virus itself seems to have abated, I still seem to have some very blocked sinuses. Which is quite unpleasant and not conducive to trying to fit lots of writing into a life already overflowing with gainful employment and parenting.
Still I’m not one for giving up. I’ve applied some vaporub and I’m ploughing on with the novel. I’d already set the bar pretty low on quality but my standards are slipping. The mantra remains quantity over quality but even quantity remains a challenge.
Little Proclaims has been more inclined to an early night since we switched from British Summer Time back to good old Greenwich Mean Time, so I am generally finding an hour or so to write between when she dozes off and I eventually crash.
After what was a promising opening word count, mainly fuelled by the repurposing of a previous attempt at starting to write a novel, I’m definitely beginning to flag and seem to only be capable of writing circa 500 words a day. That is some way off 1,667 words, which is the average daily word total one needs to hit in order to remain on target for the 50,000 word goal.
Today I managed a total of 518 words, which brings my overall total up to 4,618.
But that is still better than nothing, and I’d have been quite content with nothing today.