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EXPECTED DAY #8 WORD COUNT IS 13,333
MY WORD COUNT?
6,905 words (as of Day 6)
Well, I’m only at about 50% of the average Day #8 word count but I’m not unhappy.
Do you want to know why?
Though an unexpected health situation with someone close to me kept me away for two days, most of those 6,905 words were written BEFORE 6:00am during my #MiracleMorning.
I’m amazed, especially since I’m not a true morning person.
Now that I’m getting more used to the early routine, I’m expecting my pre-work writing pace to speed up a bit. And squeezing time at the end of the day to complete a scene has been easier with that “priority” mindset and having let a scene percolate for hours.
Mind you, most of my word count is unrelated to the planned project (sample teaser below) but I do have 6 new short fiction pieces!
If you are participating in #NaNoWriMo, how are your words going?
#NANOWRIMO – PROJECT #1 (TEASER)
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Years ago, I had a plan.
A plan that involved focusing more on my needs, my wants and my desires. A plan that involved being more selfish and less selfless. A plan that involved learning to put my oxygen mask on first before securing everyone else. But my plans never came to fruition, I started running on fumes and I was starving.
My worst made plans had made me hungry.
A day didn’t go by without a growing desire of doing the complete opposite of all that I was and all that I had become – everything to everyone and nothing to me.
I foraged and hoarded for others but my parched lips never enjoyed the fruits of my labor. The more I provided, the more famished I became. Every day was a day closer to starving to death and it took almost dying to find true nourishment.
But not anymore…not since Hawaii. Now that I’ve had a taste of how sweet life can be, my time is now.
My time will always be now.
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