I’ve got my clean living room to myself, a playlist a mile long, and I’m full of frozen burritos. Let’s do this. #NaNoWriMo
— LesYeuxHiboux (@TryScience) November 25, 2013
Over the weekend I prepared to catch up by deep-cleaning my living room (like legit, I-dusted-the-blinds-and-windowsills clean) and having my husband deep clean the malware from my laptop. I did some great shower-thinking and talked out a couple plot concerns with said husband’s help. I even added a few new songs to the playlist to help me write the final scene: “Mad World” and “Bridge Over Troubled Water.” Last night between five and midnight I knocked out just over five-thousand words, putting me at 24k. Six days to go and I have more than half of my word count left.
Why do I feel so optimistic about it?