Honestly, today I felt sick of writing every day. If I hadn’t been a speed demon and finished the chapter last week, the writing this week might have felt more purposeful.
Of course, if I had written at even half of this month’s pace the whole time I have been working on this book, I would have finished several years ago. Not writing is part of the writing process and I need to remember that. Also woulda, coulda, shoulda, is not a very productive use of anyone’s energy. As my father used to say, “If my mother had wheels, she would have been a car.”
I probably would have started on the epilogue after I finished the chapter, but I have felt a pressure to write that has interfered somewhat with reading over what I have already done. Today I wrote 686 words, bring my NaNoWriMo total to 20,242 words. Only two days left. Happy Hanukkah to those who observe the holiday.