I am still writing my 1000 words per day. Looks like that's a rate at which I can actually write - even though I'm not happy with the quality of my output. Currently I'm drawing things out instead of pushing ahead and getting on with the main plot. Still, I'm writing, the house looks tidy, and tomorrow's course is probably over-prepped. I even managed to watch
Supernatural with hubby tonight. Poor Mr. E is beginning to feel neglected. Oh well, nanowrimo is half over. I will never make the 50.000 in time, that much is certain, but I do hope to get a lot done this weekend, when hubby takes the kids to a chess tournament. Whoohoo. A whole weekend all by myself! I am practically exstatic at the prospect.