You know you’re hooked on something when even a debilitating sickness brings you guilt. The National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) has been so productive and fun that I look forward to it every night after work. I’ve learned that my typical pace, prior to NaNoWriMo was about 800 words. This is when my body felt tired and wanted to quit.
That won’t cut it for 50,000 words in a month. Therefore the first couple of weeks I fell behind. Since then, I’ve discovered that I can easily power out 2000 to 2400 words each nightly session. That is until the nasty stomach flu took hold of me. It was Monday night and I can still recall the conversation I had in my head. “I’ll just write 800 words. Maybe 400 words. I should lie down before I fall down.”
I missed a day. And I regret it even now. I’ve made up the difference in word count. It was the lost experience that irks me. The fact that a virus robbed me of another night of writing.