I have two days this weekend all to myself, two days to work on my NaNoWriMo novel without interruption from anyone but myself. I am hopeful Sunday will be peaceful too and will be a good day to write.
The last time I wrote for a long period of time all at once, I aggravated a back injury. This weekend, I'm going to be more careful. I'm going to be very conscious of my posture and take lots of breaks. The chapters in this novel are relatively short and should take about an hour to write. If I write a chapter and then take a break to stretch and maybe clean a little, I could have a very productive weekend. I could probably squeeze in a nap or get a good night sleep. That would be awesome.
The only trouble is I woke up with a headache, a mild one, but one that might turn evil and debilitating quickly. That will be a dealbreaker if it happens.
I haven't written for several days, but I figured out a new ending and mapped it out, the entire plot from where I am now on Chapter 16 through the ending, Chapter 42. I hate to do the math on that and see how many hours are ahead of me if I can write a chapter an hour but I can't stop myself. Twenty-six chapters, twenty-six hours to go. Yikes.
My novel is roughly 15,600 words right now. The remaining chapters will need to be about 1300 words each to add up to 50K words.
I will have to write six chapters a day this weekend and then 2.6 chapters a day Monday-Wednesday to finish NaNoWriMo under the wire. It's not likely, not if my headache gets worse. But it's possible. The possibility is very motivating today. I just need to get everyone out of the house.
My husband was really cute yesterday when I told him the ending of the novel, a novel I almost scrapped because the subplot took over and the ending no longer made sense. He loved it and was so proud of me that I could completely revise the structure of the thing overnight - I was definitely plotting in my sleep.
I'm not sure pride is the right word. He was genuinely happy for me, in awe of the fact I did this, and more excited about it than I was. After a very disappointing reaction from one of my family members when I said I finished my last novel, my husband's support means everything. I write this weekend for him. For me too and for the competitive part of me that really wants to win, but also for him because I know he's cheering for me.