1) I have crossed the 40,000
mile word marker. I think I can see the finish line just ahead, though I know for sure it will not be the end of my novel. This sucker is planning on taking me for a rough (draft) ride through December.
2) My daughter has announced that she does not want me to tell her my word count anymore. She says it is all I want to talk about. I know she is right. I am living my novel right now (not literally…I mean it is set in the future and dragons exist).
To her it is sort of like constantly hearing that I have a headache or when I can not stop coughing after a cold. At first she is happy to offer support, but as the time drags on the support gradually becomes boredom. Followed soon by the dreaded eye roll.
I am trying to keep my enthusiasm in check. She wants to hear about the milestones, not the baby steps.
I fear that all of you wonderful souls out there that read my words each day are also starting to roll your eyes. Sorry if that is the case. Not to worry. The month is soon over. I plan to have my 50,000 words by Saturday November 23. Wish me luck.