Fuck, this 3 Day Novel contest thing is killing me. Basically wasted day one through procrastination. Got to noon on day two and had two pages and around 600 words done.
Tonight, I vowed an all-nighter but I’m stuffed and have hit a wall. I’m calling it a day for now.
Officially the longest coherent thing I’ve ever written (nanowrimo’s efforts don’t count as it was all over the place and basically a jumble of scenes needing to be put together with a narrative). If nothing else, I can pat myself on the back for that.
Now, bed. Tomorrow, up early, 60 pages, and 10k words or more.
Yikes! Why do I do this to myself?!