It’s been a while since I was writing new fiction and found myself so lost in the imaginary world in my head that I lost awareness with everything else around me for a little while, but that happened early this morning.
For anyone keeping tabs on me, I’m up to 16K words and counting on a manuscript with 9 days to go in the month. I probably won’t make 50K by November 30. Maybe I won’t make 50K at all, because the story will feel completed before that. But that’s still okay. NaNoWriMo has been and continues to be helpful and motivational for me. This story is moving along. And I know I’m going to finish it. Because I want to finish it and read it in its final form. For ME. And that feels good.