Yesterday, I didn’t get any writing done. To be fair, I was busy finding out that the fellow who pre-approved us for a home loan actually couldn’t write us a home loan. As far as I can tell this wasn’t a matter of malice, but one of incompetence. Part of me feels like that’s a bit harsh. Part of me feels like it’s a damn good thing my realtor checked with some other loan people and gave me a bunch of questions to ask this guy now, instead of later this month when we’d have shelled out something like a thousand dollars for inspections and whatnot only to discover that our pre-approval was not, as such, worth shit. Honestly it’s a bit of a relief at this point; we won’t be getting a house this year, but in the meantime at least that part of my life’s not in flux any more. Being in flux is bloody stressful.
Of course, the other reason I didn’t write was because I was running Kat a two-hour gaming session for five hours. Whoops.
So, day 2 of NaNoWriMo. The most I’ve ever written (in the way of fiction) in a day is something in the vicinity of 2000 words. I don’t know the exact count, but I know it wasn’t more than about 2400 or so. Well, I’m pretty sure*. So I could have just aimed for my new daily goal, which was about fifty words higher than before, and try to keep that up. Or, I could try to write both days’ worth, a whopping 3334 words. I opted for the latter.
Today’s word count: 3508 words on This Novel Will Fail. I’m not going to lie. I’m a little impressed with myself. This is in spite of the fact that I actually only had about 250 words done by noon today, but Kat went into support-a-struggling-writer overdrive and provided me with sandwiches and coffee while I wrote. Also, my local NaNo chapter has an IRC channel, which helped way more than I thought it would. But my wife gets most of the credit by far.
Other November progress:
I read a book. And a half. Yes, they were manga (sort of – I’m rereading my Megatokyo volumes.) Yes, that counts. I make the rules here.
I did not get any game design done. I would feel shame, if I was capable of such emotion at the moment. Instead, I feel a sense of pride that I wrote 3500 bloody words today.
I successfully continued to be Summer’s dad today. She was with her great-grandparents for most of the day, but then we went and had her second birthday party. Then I came home and wrote the last 1000 words or so.
I did not look for, obtain, or work at a job. Again: 3500 words. I’m counting it as my day off.
So . . . November’s itinerary hasn’t changed that much, but between not worrying about getting a house and having my lifetime-record-best writing day, I actually feel quite good. Also sleepy.
Good night.
*I didn’t find a blog post detailing said record high like I thought I would, but I did find out that I apparently tried NaNoWriMo back in ’09, right after moving and having a kid, while I was starting a new job. What, was I high or something? The reason I didn’t remember this is probably because it went nowhere.