Annoyingly, this is the number of words I am under writing by each day so far on my NaNoWriMo quest. A hundred and thirty seven. Good grief - you would think if I could bash out over 1500 of the things in an evening I could push on for another paragraph and hit the 1667 I need to do to finish on 30th November?
But no. It seems not. I write away and meet a moment when what I am writing meets a natural narrative pause and yup, did it again. Just short of the magic number. Which now means I am due to finish on 3rd December. Damn and blast it!
Woah up, you might be thinking. That's still pretty good going - 50,000 words in 33 days. To wit I reply, 'Nooooooo! It has to be 30 days! That is the challenge! That is the rule. I have no choice. I have to complete by then.'
I have toyed with just letting it slide. I mean, it's not like anyone will die if I give up, is it? Maybe a part of my writing soul will perish from the disappointment of another novel biting the dust, but that's all. And I toyed with the let it slide idea last night when I had been working all day, come home, done a bit more work, then gone out tutoring until 8p.m and time just got away from me. Of course, if I was a proper writer I'd have stayed up until midnight and beyond, sobbing over my keyboard as I squeezed out the words one by one until I had met my daily target, but it is pretty difficult to write when tiredness is dragging your eyelids determindly across your eyeballs and the half a dozen words you started with were complete drivel. And you had to get up for another full day of work the following morning. And...oh, shut up, Denise! Pathetic excuses...
And besides, you wouldn't want me to compromise on the quality, would you?
I don't know if anyone is reading along as I write 'Night Owls.' Well, I do - Andy is, but then he is obliged to because he married me for better or worse and that includes the writing.
If you are, then thank you and bless you. If you aren't, well, you don't know what you're missing.
I do - but I'm not telling!