Coffee. Sitting for hours in cafes. Dreaming of murders and disappearances and plot bunnies and French phrases and wondering where all of this is leading. Dreaming while awake, that is, because sleep can be overrated sometimes. More coffee. Coffee just to be able to drive home after getting done with work at 11 pm; drink just enough to get home so I can go to sleep; but leave the remaining coffee in the cup holder in the car so it will be there when I have to get up and get going the next morning. Laundry? Oh, yeah, a little of that - as little as I can get away with. Thank goodness this is a short week. Oh, wait. It's not; I'm working on the holiday. Oh well.
If I really do get this novel completed before Thanksgiving, then I can spend next weekend, which I saved to wrap up NaNoWriMo because I sometimes put things off until the last minute, doing laundry. And sleeping. And detoxing from too much coffee.
And it is all worth it. This has been fun, it has been a learning experience, and I have been writing almost every single day. I am nearly there in terms of the 50,000 mark.
words = 42870