First day of NaNoWriMo. I cannot remember being so keyed up about taking part in something as I am about this. I went to bed at ten last night and couldn't sleep. I got up at midnight, when I was officially allowed to start and I wrote the first 1500 words of my novel. By 6pm tonight it had become 4175 words long. It probably would have been longer, but I owed a letter to my penfriend and wrote 3500 words of that. Plus I have been on the net, and also spent my customary two hours asleep this afternoon. So I am really pleased with myself.
If I could only keep up such a pace. That would be a novel (first draft) in a month!
Of course, if you're not a writer, it means nothing to you, as was ably demonstrated by my son. Seeing me wave my arms about and say "Yay! I did 4175 words today!" he smiled, in a pitying way, and said "You desperately need a social life."
Anyway, I'm on course to succeed. That's the main thing.