It feels like I’ve been struggling through NaNoWriMo for weeks, not nine days. But, good news: I’m on target. I’m a hundred words ahead of schedule and feeling good about the words I’m putting on the page.
Savoury muffins were cooked and enjoyed as a reward for writing 10,000 words (though for some reason the recipe only made seven and they were all tiny. What went wrong? Nobody knows.) and my next reward is at 20,000.
I’m equally impressed and annoyed at myself though, because I’ve got a little list of rewards every 10,000 words, and for some reason, the Sarah from October thought it’d be a good idea to make my 20,000 word reward exercise.
You heard right: my reward for writing 20,000 words is to go for a run.
At the time, I thought it was a good idea because I’ve been at my laptop more than usual, and going outside and having a run is definitely a good thing. But with the reward looming closer (it’s only 5,000 words away!) I’m wondering why I thought it was deemed a reward. Self-care, maybe, but reward? Come on, Sarah, who’re you kidding?
I’ve been incorporating poetry into my novel, which is making it more enjoyable, though I’m not loving the novel I’m writing. It’s just so choppy and vague, I can’t pinpoint the moral of the story, or why I’m writing it. Still, I’ll continue, and maybe all will become clear by the 30th.
It feels good to be writing, in the least.