Day 21 NaNoWriMo, and thus we’re 70% of the way there. My word count continues to flounder and not for the first time I find myself struggling to keep my eyes open as I write my end-of-day NaBloPoMo post.
Last Sunday was, at the time, my most productive day so far, and one week on, it remains the bar by which to judge every other day’s efforts. Today was not so successful. Not that any of it matters really. I haven’t been remotely close to being on target for most of this endeavour so not having a productive day on a Sunday is actually not all that surprising.
The point is that, in spite of my likely failure to write a whole novel by the 30th November, I continue to plug away, determined that my substandard novel will one day be completed.
And thanks to these posts, I will also have a substandard record of my early endeavours in writing that novel.
Will the novel ever be read by anyone who isn’t me? Quite possibly. I doubt it will be read by many people, and I seriously doubt any of them will pay for the privilege, but I genuinely believe it will exist and be available to be read by anyone who enjoys badly written fiction by early 2022.
Today I moved 237 words closer to that goal, which means I now have total word count of 14,939.