After two days, I'm on pace to finish National Novel Writing Month.
To make the 50,000 word goal in 30 days, I need to average 1,667 words per day, and I've completed 3,833 words in the first two days, so I'm doing ok so far.
Back when I was in high school and I had to type up papers to turn in, I would use Sainted Mother's portable typwriter. Each letter required something on the order of 3,000 pounds per square inch of force to depress, so each page was a painstaking process. Click! Click!
Don C. (my Dad) came in one day and said he was going to get me a bucket of water to keep beside the typewriter. It was his way of poking fun at my snail pace typing, implying that every few minutes I would need to soak down the typewriter so it wouldn't overheat.
I thought of that last night while "blazing away" on the keyboard. Precious memories.
Back in the dark ages, I took typing in high school and topped out at 32wpm. On a good day, that's probably my average now. Keyboards are easier than the manual typwriters we had at Neville High School in the late 70's.
At least I can type for real though; I'm not a hunt and peck typist.
I'm hoping that, on weekends, I can bank up some writing.
Also, for the handful of people who read my blog, I posted a widget in the right side bar that shows my NaNoWriMo progress.
Lovely Wife is doing well, and though still sore and has some pain from the surgery, she's up, about, and yesterday's follow up with the surgeon was good.
He's pleased with her progress and has said she can exercise and do whatever the pain level will allow her to do.
That's good news.
This is Baxter. He belongs to Big Sis.
He used to be a yellow labrador retreiver, now, obviously he's Yoda.
Big Sis took off all of his dignity so that the Yoda suit would fit (he's a bit hefty), and of course she went and lost it (Baxter's dignity).
So if anyone finds poor Baxter's dignity roaming around anywhere, please email me at the link on my profile page. I'll get it back to him.