I’m falling further behind, but I’ve been working hard. I’ve made things complicated for myself, as usual, so I spend time each day writing words I don’t count even if they’re part of the same project, and revising my previous novel, and knitting. Day by day, stitch by stitch, word by word, I really do feel like I’m making something.
It’s rare, too, that I feel ok about the amount of work I’ve done. I may sometimes be happy with the quality of work I do but I am almost never happy with the quantity. I could always be working harder. But I feel pretty good about today and yesterday, even though I’m behind.
I’d still like to catch up, though. I have an evidence-based fear that if I’m going to stop at 50k words or the end of November, whichever comes first. In this case, stopping at 50k words should be fine, since I’ve carefully planned out how to fill the wordcount perfectly. But if I lose steam because the pressure of NaNoWriMo is over, I’ll have loose ends, and that would be sad.