Whew, my writing has been a slog fest for the last several days, but there is good news...
I'm 1/3 of the way done (when it comes to days) and I hit 20,000 words this morning (and I have my words in for the day).
Parts of my novel are okay and other parts are a complete mess. I'm not sure I'll end up with anything worth reading or even editing, but I'm telling myself that's okay (sometimes I believe it and sometimes I don't).
So I tell myself that Nanowrimo is my Fourteener - completing something I didn't think I could do is the goal.
Could anything be more different--hauling my butt up the highest mountain in Colorado and sitting in my pajamas typing away at my desk? Somehow it seems the same.
The adventure continues...
(P.S. I went looking for a picture of me hiking Mt. Elbert. No luck, and wow, do I really need to organize my pictures. Here's one of me and my Dad at Schaefer's Pass, Philmont from August 1999 instead)