Novel update

If you look at my NaNoWriMo gadget on the right (somewhere, just scroll down), you'll see, if you've looked at it before, that I eliminated the message "Here's where you can see if you should tease me, congratulate me or ________" I forgot what the third option was.

The updater isn't working this evening, but my word count is now 12,078 13,12914,614. Giving myself a pat on the back for fourfive day's worth of so-called "work". Hey, it's a so-called novel. So-called work, as opposed to real work, makes sense to me.

This is just too much fun.

And I have no doubt I'll hit the 50,000 goal by the deadline, unless some aliens land and take away my computer or cut off my hands. Ooh, sorry for the last image, but I'm leaving it. You see, participating in this writing adventure is causing me to write the oddest things, and then just leaving them there.

But, I had always done that. No wonder I'm finding the 1667 words per day goal achievable. Once upon a time, I was a perfectionist. I've left that in the dust.

Image note: Another strategy to stop crazed writer from writing.

Addendum: Until my next post, I will continue striking out dates and old word counts. Hope I post something soon. I will, no doubt. And I thought that while I was doing NaNoWriMo that I wouldn't blog too much. Between typing up fake medical transcripts, the pseudo-novel and this, the muscle in my right forearm is sore. That better not get any worse or I'll be slowed down, and I am feeling like an express train that skips those dinky little towns. Wave to the empty platform! Bye-bye! (What is she writing about? Has she lost her mind?)