I have a little under 12,000 words to go, a turkey to cook, and family in town from Wednesday to Sunday. That’s the bad news, in handy compact form. The good news is that I really feel like I’m hitting a stride. It’s not unthinkable to consider two 3,000+ word nights tonight and tomorrow, and some stolen time during the long weekend, to get over the hump.

I’m also nowhere near done with the book. I’d estimate that I’ll have at least half again as many words before I reach the end. But what’s been so amazing about this process is the regularity of insisting upon owning the unproductive hours. I mean, sure, I’m totally behind on my game-playing, and I miss me some Frisky Dingo, but the practical effect on my schedule has been close to nil, and plus I’m writing a book.

I suspect that this subject may emerge as an Ignite Portland topic. Ignite V happens three days before my birthday, which means that they owe me. Not really, but I do think I’m going to talk about nanowrimo and what to do after you write the book.