My clothes dryer broke yesterday, so I was lucky enough to have two hours to write at the laundromat while laundering six loads. I brought a journal and pen since my headache had flared up again. The second I got into the story, my daughter finished a math problem and started chatting with me. I didn't hear a word she said.
I am only at 11,000 words this morning, not including my handwritten words yesterday. The little graph on the NaNoWriMo site tells me I can still get to 50K words if I write about 3000 words a day through the end of the month. I think I have it in me. I know my story and my characters, where the plot turns, and how it ends. If my week of migraines is over (please let it be over), it's within the realm of reason that I can pound it out. And it won't be crap (like it was last year).
I tend to write the bare minimum on a first draft and add words on the second, third, fourth, ... twelfth draft. So I could write the entire first draft of a whole novel in fifty thousand words.
My plan for the next two weeks: coffee, write, exercise, clean and take care of kids, repeat.
I am going to commit to not return here until I'm done - even if that takes me into December. I'm sure you all will understand.
Have a lovely holiday. I'm not feeling good about the annual slaughter of the turkeys - we might have tofu instead. My husband will cry, but he'll be happy when he gets to the desserts (I almost spelled that desert).