They said this would happen

It's bloomin' hard work trying to write 50,000+ words in thirty days. It works out at 1666.666666 (recurring) words every day. Last night, I was 5231 words behind schedule. I have been writing for three hours this morning and think I've probably done another 4,000 ish words which brings me down to about 1200 words behind PLUS the 1600 I need to keep up to date with today which means, unless I have a renewed burst this afternoon, I shall finish the day just under 3,000 behind which at least is better than where I started from this morning.

My back aches, my shoulders are stiff, the ends of my fingers are tingling with the constant beating against the teeny tiny keyboard of my new and teeny tiny netbook. The plot of Poulet Nous in in danger of becoming wildly out of control as I add new characters with random irresponsibility, the dialogue is becoming more camp, the raison d'etre quite unbelievable.

And yet I am LOVING IT!! I want to finish this bizarre and abstract story and I want to publish it. I don't care how rubbish it is becoming, it is going to be a marker to celebrate my year and a bit as a full time writer before I go back to the chalkface in January.

And the team at NaNoWriMo have been sending encouraging e-mails. They said that the point of disillusionment is reached on November 13th. That's tomorrow. I can understand what they mean but I'm going to work my way through it despite the aches and pains and frustrations because I AM A WRITER!!

I am sorry my blog entries here at the Manor have suffered because of my participation in this project. But I know you are all supporting my efforts and normal service will be resumed on December 1st with the Much Malarkey Christmas countdown. And now I am going for a bit of a wild dance around the kitchen to loosen the limbs and get the writing brain flowing again for round two this afternoon.

Love and hugs to you all!