…two days in and 6,090 words down! Please allow me to enjoy just that one little moment of feeling chuffed with myself. I know it won’t last. I know I’ll hit the wall, or the trough, or quite possibly even the slough of despond, but right at this moment I’m feeling good.
I started immediately after midnight on November 1 – that in itself was something of a miracle because I’m really not a night bird and midnight usually finds me cosily wrapped in the arms of Morpheus. I hadn’t actually told my husband Malcolm at that stage that I was going to be doing NaNo – I knew his inevitable reaction would be one of horrified amazement because he knows my days are full to overflowing already without adding in the need to write 50,000 words over the course of 30 of them. However, my game was up – when he walked into the living room at 1130pm – to find me apparently engrossed in watching a football match.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘What have you got to tell me?’
Actually his reaction was a lot more positive than I’d expected. He kept the remonstrations to the absolute minimum and within a few minutes was discussing plotlines and strategies with me. Since then he’s even come up with a few ideas for my characters – so he’s turning into a real NaNo buddy – go Malcolm!