Or, An Author Playing Hooky
Well, dear readers, you will have gathered by now that I missed my update on Friday. There are two excellent reasons for this: one, Sam decided I was working too hard and decided a Road Trip Must Happen Now. On Wednesday afternoon, no less. And two, as I like a good last-minute adventure when the time calls for it, I agreed. I got to see Kentucky in all its glory and drive through the Great Smoky Mountains on twisty roads full of fog. It was grand, and terrifying, and inspiring. I swear we almost fell off the mountain twice—and saw snow in Georgia, at 42 degrees.
Like any good little writer during NaNo, I took my laptop with me. I even managed to write a little on Friday, in between museums and hotels and nature and lovely roads. But then Sam, nice guy that he is, said, you deserve a weekend. You’ve been working hard for months, you deserve a rest. Put down the laptop.
But it’s NaNo, I replied.
This did not move him. Put down the laptop, he said. Rest.
So I did.
As of Friday, I had 15,954 words written, up 9,244 from last week. Still thousands of words behind the target of 25,000 at this stage in the game. But I got a weekend, and a rest, and a chance to hit the ground running this week.
I’m only 9k behind. The ever-focusing deadline is approaching fast, and I should be able to catch up. Adam is in Savannah. Finally. But will he cooperate with the *cool plot thing I can’t talk about*? Will I make the 50k goal by the end of the month?
Who knows? You’ll have to ask Adam.