mootmom (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mootmom) wrote,@ 2003-11-07 23:19:00 |
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Not as far along as I was last year after week one.
So tonight ends Week 1 of NaNoWriMo 2003. Like many people I've heard grumbling this week, I am not as far along as I expected I would be (but I am not behind, at least). I went and checked tonight, and after Day 7, I am almost 2,500 words behind where I was last year after Day 7. I guess I got into the story much more fluidly last year; it didn't have as precise a plot, after all, and I got to write some suggestive smut scenes: maybe that makes the words flow faster?
Right, so, statistics before going much further. (Who am I kidding, before collapsing into bed!):
Day: 07/30
Word Count: 15,351/50,000
Charlie got home tonight, Greg saw The Matrix Revolutions (which he did not like: he said "they got it wrong" (or maybe it was "they f*cked it up") and doesn't even want the free ticket to see it again on Sun. morning that I got at work. (Wow. It must REALLY be bad. Or maybe he's got the Teenager-Who-Wants-To-Sleep-Late disease.)
Tomorrow: skip yoga in order to get flu shots for everyone. (With people already getting sick, it's almost past time, so off we'll traipse.) I may have to atone for my skippage by running a few miles; we shall see if the rain stays at bay.
more later, I can't even type anymore,
D
So tonight ends Week 1 of NaNoWriMo 2003. Like many people I've heard grumbling this week, I am not as far along as I expected I would be (but I am not behind, at least). I went and checked tonight, and after Day 7, I am almost 2,500 words behind where I was last year after Day 7. I guess I got into the story much more fluidly last year; it didn't have as precise a plot, after all, and I got to write some suggestive smut scenes: maybe that makes the words flow faster?
Right, so, statistics before going much further. (Who am I kidding, before collapsing into bed!):
Day: 07/30
Word Count: 15,351/50,000
Charlie got home tonight, Greg saw The Matrix Revolutions (which he did not like: he said "they got it wrong" (or maybe it was "they f*cked it up") and doesn't even want the free ticket to see it again on Sun. morning that I got at work. (Wow. It must REALLY be bad. Or maybe he's got the Teenager-Who-Wants-To-Sleep-Late disease.)
Tomorrow: skip yoga in order to get flu shots for everyone. (With people already getting sick, it's almost past time, so off we'll traipse.) I may have to atone for my skippage by running a few miles; we shall see if the rain stays at bay.
more later, I can't even type anymore,
D
