I had a very productive weekend of packing. We have boxes stacked everywhere and it's evident that we are moving. We are using paper plates, plastic silverware and cups. I kept out two ceramic coffee mugs and two wine glasses (who wants to drink wine out of plastic? well, not me)
That being said, I did not write one darn word all weekend...not one word, until last night when I opened my novel and wrote four words. It was late, I was tired but I thought maybe my imagination and fingers might come back to life. They didn't. I wrote my four words and shut my laptop down and went to bed.
I clearly am not going to finish this novel in the next three days. I may get to 20,000 words by then (but that is doubtful).
I am missing the 50,000 mark by a lot.
I will not win Nanowrimo this year.
I am okay with that.
The upside is that I have a strong start to a good novel and I completed a lot of writing despite travel and moving. I will just have to continue my heroine's journey after we get moved into our new house.
Until then, I will carry on with more sorting, cleaning and packing.
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