So that anecdote I was going to tell tomorrow.
Evening. Quiet time. Keyboard.
Another 3K-odd words. Gah.
Actually, I’m vaguely annoyed, because I feel like I should have applied it tomorrow, but was honor-bound to note it today. Bringing me to 9,679 words, or good until (should I fall deathly ill) Saturday. Though I suspect I’ll keep writing between now and then.
As encouragement to NaNoWriMoers, that 3K-word anecdote / flashback / backstory didn’t occur to me until Monday. And the meat of it, and what it means to the protagonist (and his current companion) was a complete unknown until I was writing it.
Which is my NaNoWriMo Lesson For Today: word count is serendipitous. One phrase, one idea, one thought, can lead you down a narrative trail of kilowords without your even planning it. Go with the word flow, baby.