I am about five hundred words from the fifty-thousand word threshold. Very exciting. And very unnerving at the same time. I have a strong urge to do anything else.
But I will press through. After all, I promised myself I would work on a chapter a day. If the next chapter were a rewrite or just edits, I'd be off the hook. But it's not. The next chapter is a new one that needs to be inserted at the spot I am at now.
I usually write in the mornings after consuming an extra large cup of hazelnut coffee. Today was different. Workers started banging on my front porch while I was still sleeping. Last night I caved in to my aches and pains that have been keeping me up and took a muscle relaxant, which left my mind sluggish this morning even after two extra-large cups of hazelnut coffee.
So I didn't work on my novel this morning...but I made that promise to myself right in front of you.
I need to do edits to the previous five chapters - they are marked up but not typed. Everything in me wants to finish them first before I write another word. I think I will cave into that need and finish up the edits to the previous chapters first.
But tonight I really want to write my fifty-thousandth word. It may be a long night....