I'm astounded at the number of words some of my NaNoWriMo writing buddies have accomplished this month. Holy cow. One person logged more than 19,000 words in three or four days. I'm guessing she either has extreme self-discipline or no children at her heels. I bet her house is a mess. Mine is too, but I'm certain it would be worse if I had spent the weekend writing.
I've only completed 3,700 words and honestly only wrote 2 out of 4 days, but I'm really happy with the way my story is coming along. If I only get a handful of really great chapters this month, it's a win for me.
My next chapter, the one I need to write as soon as I get the rest of my children off to school, is not clear. I know what needs to happen, but it's a chapter of subtle details, and I don't have the details pinned down quite yet. I might just leave a place-holder page with a quick summary and move on. I'm definitely in the mood to write today, so I think I might just get caught up. Maybe not - I should be at 8300-something words today.
What did I accomplish this weekend? I cleaned a lot, and I went swimming and walking twice. I gained a pound from the Halloween candy and probably will gain another - my daughter made tarts this weekend. Even with the extra calories and pound(s), I feel great from the exercise. I have a herniated disk, and the swimming is making an immediate difference.
The unexpected benefit from exercise for me is it helps me sleep. About an hour and a half after the exercise is over, it's like I took a sleeping pill. So I'm well-rested today, but I napped when I should have been writing.
Sorry for all the me, me, me, my, my, my posts lately. Maybe I'll do a post later about some of my research on coal mining towns.