NaNoWriMo Snafu

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So I’ve got a cold. One of those awful, dragging, persistent colds that makes the words swim on the screen and my voice sound like a layer of dusty gravel.

And it’s put me behind at NaNoWriMo.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been behind at this stage of the game, only 5 days in. The words pile up quickly, unwritten.

My little brown line in the graph sits far, far below the diagonal gray line. Behind.

So behind.

OK, about 3000 words behind. Not the end of the world but if I don’t write some today, it could spell the end of NaNo.

In all the years I’ve done NaNo, I think this is the first that I’ve been sick. It really adds another, not fun, layer to the whole exercise. Especially since all I want to do is lie down.

The cold also killed my workout streak, but I’ll whine about that on Friday.

OK, I’m going to go get in some words. Or take a nap.

Smart money’s on the nap.

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