As I stumble to the end of day 6 of this folly, I am sad to report that I have not had the productive Saturday that I might have anticipated. I chose, instead, to spend much of the day entertaining Little Proclaims in various endeavours. She has, I think, had a good day, and I did manage to wear her out so she has had quite an early night, even by the standards of the week just gone, which was already an improvement on previous weeks, thanks mainly to the clocks changing last weekend.
Unfortunately in tiring her out, I also seem to have tired myself out, so my muse has not been as energetic as I might have hoped. Also there was rugby on the telly and I do enjoy watching rugby. My beloved Wales lost, but it was a close game, and I wasn’t really expecting the team to win, so I’m fairly satisfied with the outcome.
I’m less satisfied with my novel-writing achievments, but despite it being a lackluster effort on my part, I still managed 708 words, which brings my total up to 6596. By my calculations I should be up to 10,000 words by now if I want to earn the coveted title of ‘NaNoWriMo Winner’ so I’m definitely behind schedule but there is a lot of November left so it’s still all to play for.
And simultaneously, almost nothing to play for, given that the best outcome I can hope for is a temporary boost to my fragile ego, before I realise that all I’ve ended up with is an incoherent mess of a novel.
But that disappointment is for another day.