I’ve made it halfway. If I was running a marathon I’d be sucking down juices and wolfing energy bars and wondering why the hell I’d ever started this in the first place.
I am and I am, except the juices are coldies and the energy bars are, well, more coldies.
I was going great guns and then on Friday I had a drunken energy bar moment and somehow forgot to save like 1200 words. Then, on Saturday, Miss Carol and me joined some friends on a boat ride to a pig-pickin’ and when I got home I tried to write and it looked like this-
thijeuuo, wnnoeihrfla;, owoowhiiok
So I gave up.
When I awoke on Sunday, I was facing a 4000 word day just to catch up with the ever relentless word count that is NaNoWriMoandMo.
I honestly didn’t think I could do it, I was painting the big L on my forehead when Miss Carol said, buck up little buckeroo. Man up, you can do it, she said, waving her pompoms.
So I sat down.
And I did it.
I wouldn’t wanna do it again, but I DID it, I caught up.
So, yeah, I’m feeling pretty awesome.