I was off for a few days this week and then succumbed to the cold that everyone else had last week, hitting me like a brick on Wednesday night and then pushing me into bed with some DayQuil and a box of tissues for a couple days.
In between naps and tea and hurtling kittens, I managed to write. As I reported to the NaNoWriMo folks I was mainly writing by obsessively checking my word count and watching the bar chart go up and the daily words needed to finish go down. That last happens slowly but down it went. Most of this bit of progress happened in two hundred word chunks.
So tonight I watched the counter tip over thirty thousand words and felt really good about it. And I get to blame the DayQuil for all the typos, right?
