NaNoWriMo May Be The Death Of Me NOT!

As I sit here, daring to take a minute or two from my NaNoWriMo task, I'm analyzing my situation. Just as the protagonist, Mandy, is analyzing hers in my 30-day novel.

I am at 12,910 words write now (get it? "write"? Oh, no, I'm losing it.) and I should be at 16670 (1667 words a day for 30 days). I am wearing a pedometer which I purchased a few days ago, determined to get to 10,000 steps a day. The most I've reached was 6,000. Why am I doing this to myself? How can I possibly step 10,000 steps a day AND write 1667 words a day AND still join in the rest of the human race AND continue life AND my regular job AND be a mom AND wife AND host Thanksgiving dinner? I don't have a clue.

The pedometer is now in second place. The words come first. My hair is greasy, I will take a shower today, I promise. The kitchen is clean. I am going to catch up on my word count today. No matter what. That AND the laundry.

No more conjunctions. I think I need a character who stutters. I now love adjectives and will use them as much as humanly possible.

Wish me luck. I need it. Take care.