It’s only day two of Nanowrimo, and I’ve already been derailed. I started well enough in the wee dawn hours of 1 November, but ended up distracted by work and chores. My plan to continue it that night also came to naught, this time due to sibling time doing crossword puzzles. Yes. Crossword puzzles. Apparently none of us can solve Tuesday puzzles on our own, thus the collaborative effort. We’ve never attempted Sunday.
Today I came down with a really bad sore throat that’s becoming a terrible, hollow sounding cough, and a low-grade fever. I spent most of the day sleeping or sipping tea. I feel a bit better now, though my brain refuses to function well enough to actually write complete sentences. (I’ve been spacing out more than writing this blog post, despite having stared at this screen for some time.)
I hope I can manage those 1,696 words today before the carriage turns into a pumpkin, but even if I don’t, there’s still another 28 days to go. Right?