I imagine that some of you would be curious to know what I managed to get done in NaNoWriMo. We’re eight days into December and I’ve not given you an update on what was managed.
I didn’t get as much done as I’d wanted. Big shock horror, right? So much more than I’d expected was accomplished though, and I found myself completing goals that I’d set for myself relatively frequently. That in itself is amazing enough – I’m so fucking happy to actually be able to look back on the month and say that I was able to pump out all of that work.
I won’t tell you how many words I successfully fleshed out since I’d like to keep some dignity and keep the mysterious and enigmatic air of myself being a modicum of success in my writey writing endeavours.
Something in the ballpark of twenty thousand. Which is really something for me these days.
I didn’t say that I was doing a lot. It’s also worth pointing out that Fallout did not actually impact my workload at all on account of a convenient meshing of schedules between myself and the people whom I live with.
Now here’s a picture of my cat to confound and confuse!