I wrote a good deal today, but I may do a bit more later so I’m not updating the word count yet.

This process, so far, has been almost entirely positive. I’m learning a lot about myself as a writer. For instance, I think I’m an outliner. Flying by the seat of my pants is proving difficult. It’s like I’m running a race but I don’t know where the finish line is, so I don’t know if I’m getting close or not.

I’m already looking forward to the end of NaNo because I’m going to try again, giving myself the time it takes to write a ‘real’ novel. I find myself, now, wishing I had more background on the world, wishing I had time to draw a map, or what have you. But I know that this is NaNo, and I need to keep forging ahead.

I’ve been downright reclusive this week, but that feels ok too.

And it isn’t like I don’t have help, because I do!.

(Actually, my friends have been incredibly supportive so far. Thank you all!)