Yup, and still slogging away every morning for nearly two weeks now,definetly not writing the novel of my dreams.
Instead, I've been rolling out of bed around 4 a.m, tapping at the keyboard until I actually wake up and the fog clears around 6. I admit to few if any aha moments where the writing breaks through and takes wing. How could it, under the circumstances?
In the process, between glimmers of insight and morning light, I've caught the sniffles (cough, cough) and grown more irritable with each passing day, adding my slapdash words to the count, racing the clock before daybreak.
In short-lived triumph, I post the morning's output on the NaNoWriMo site, hit submit, and watch the words melt away, disappearing into a graph, charting my "progress."
My cumulative word count? Around 21,000 words. Give or take. My "stats" assure me that at the present pace of 2000 messy words a day, my ETA for the finish line is November 25.
And that's a good thing.
Starting next weekend, I expect to be diverting most of my energy and attention to Thanksgiving prep, recipes, groceries and cooking... joining family out of town.
From monkey-at-a-typewriter to turkey. Sounds about right.
Hey, thanks for dropping by. I find that you're here strangely encouraging.
Oh, joy of chocolate. 
