|What 40,000 words looks like|
I can't help but think that whoever designated November as National Novel Writing Month must have had a sadistic streak. Otherwise, why, oh why, would they have scheduled the darn thing with Thanksgiving smack in the middle of the home stretch?
As you can see from the photo, I'm a good forty-thousand words in by now. I'm proud of myself for getting this far, but 40,000 words won't win the race. I know if I want to cross the finish line I've got to dig deep and pull another 10,000 words out of the hat.
The shops may be filled with crowds of eager shoppers today, but I, for one, will not be among them. I'll be holed up here in my house, writing. Fortified by lots of strong coffee, fueled by Thanksgiving left-overs, I hope to finally type the words "The End" sometime between now and Sunday night.
If you want to watch my final dash (or perhaps crawl) towards the finish line the widget below is the way to do it.