November 1: It's 'go' time.
I started my day with a good dose of exercise. It was the first time I'd been lap swimming in, what? Two years? It was an absolutely beautiful experience. Because we've moved house since my last lap-swim, I was in a new pool, which was outside - good - but only 25m long. I prefer 50m pools because then it's only 20 laps to make up one kilometre. Forty is such a big number! Wow, I've just made a connection in my mind: I made it through those forty laps by mentally chunking them down into four groups of ten; I'll make it through NaNoWriMo by mentally chunking down those 50k into 1k blocks.
As for the writing ... I fell short of the 1,667 ideal which is necessary to make the 50k by doing an even amount of writing in one day. However, life is not linear, and I suspect this writing large chunks is a habit like any other. Yesterday I logged 1,154 which I am happy with, as a first effort.
I have moved all my writing gear out of the livingroom and into the spare room. This is an interesting experiment as the lounge has basically been my 'nest' - office, reading space, relaxation zone - for a couple of months now. However, if I am to spend a few hours a day typing, it really isn't ergonomic. Which reminds me: I need to check this chair/desk is OK ergonomically. [pretend you're listening to 'on hold' music] Well, surprisingly, it is! It doesn't feel quite normal yet, but perhaps that's because, well, my lounge has been my office for so long...
Sayonara for now. Am going foraging with the dearly beloved for food, library books, prescriptions (for me) and a haircut (for him). Wish us happy hunting.
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