‘Cause that’s what it takes, apparently.
I’ve finished Fable 2, again, so that it no longer sings sweet siren songs of doom that lure me away. I will shortly be turning the wireless off, so that I can no longer linger on message boards were I do not post or spend the time endlessly refreshing reddit.com. I am feeling better, having taken Tuesday off when my throat closed shut and strangled my voice.
I have one day left in the month of November that is well and truly my own, and if I don’t write today, I know I will not write another word until after November ends. It’s like the month has become my anti-NaNo. I have run from even the thought of writing since that last big push.
And I want to hit 20,000 words before the end of the month. Four days. I need about 2,500 words. About 650 words per day.
Tonight is another write-in. I didn’t go last week. Might not make it tonight. I am still sick, just barely functioning right now and I don’t want to push it. For tonight, I don’t want to infect everyone and I don’t want to overly tax myself. I still have three days of being on the phone for the campaign at work before I switch on Monday to the training class. Hopefully with the American holiday it will be quiet, and my voice won’t be too strained. After Sunday it won’t matter – in training I take notes, not calls, and I can suffer through that with cough drops and tea.
I do want to make the Wrap-Up Party, though, even though I will not be a NaNoWriMo winner. I don’t want to lose touch with everyone, and I want to make good on my intention of rejoining the Writer’s Guild.
Anywho, cross your fingers, cross your toes. I’m turning off the wireless . . . now!