I spent a lot of the day moving between browser tabs and doing things that one could say had something to do with my novel. I got my list of names-to-grab-when-my-mind-blanks put together. I read forum posts. I procrastinated spectacularly.
It was double-up donation day on the NaNoWriMo site. I donated. I also thought: You know what? I have never had such a low word count on double-up day, I could actually double my word count today! I continued to procrastinate.
Every time I went into the kitchen, I screamed a little because it’s such a mess. But I didn’t do anything about that, either.
Eventually I got my stuff together, and, back in the recliner with my laptop, I participated in 5 sprints on twitter (three 15, a 10 and a 20 minute) and did it. Like, I more than doubled my total word count. Stuff in my story actually started to get kind of fun. I creeped myself out a little with something I wrote. I may, in fact, have given myself some nightmares. I got 2,955 words for the day. I’m still behind, but it was major progress and a huge relief to enjoy myself while writing. I had such a weird, rough start. I know it will get tough again during week two, but I’m used to it. It’s all gonna work out.
The last sentence I wrote:
Understandably, Philomena screamed.
5691 / 50000 words. 11% done!