NaNo

It's more than four hours past the end of the first day of November and I have written 1672 words which means I can go to bed. I meant to write while waiting for the car to get fixed in the middle of the day but few things go to plan. Instead I worked on the other car and drove people around as one must when two out of three cars are not working right, and after laundry and shopping and food and so forth we had guests over, so there wasn't much of a chance. I said so and opined that I cannot possibly set aside two or three hours every day, whereupon I was chastised for deciding that I needed so much time. Surely, the consensus seemed to be, I can write seventeen hundred words in half an hour. Well, it's hard to argue, so after everyone had gone home or gone to bed, I sat here to write, and two or three hours later have met my daily quota. Could I write faster? Should I write faster? It's hard to think so. If I push for more words and less editing, experience has taught me I will soon enter a place of incoherence. Once that happens, the ability and motivation to continue shrinks until I'm left either with typing nonsense or with just not writing enough words, and neither scenario meets the point of NaNoWriMo. So, eh. I wrote 1672 words. Next I sleep. Tomorrow I work on the Volvo.