You’re halfway there.
And maybe halfway gone too. Did you get that song reference? No. Okay.
We’re fifteen days into November. Isn’t that insane? There’s just a month and a half left in 2016. That’s even more insane.
But we’re closer to the end than the start. Unless you’ve travelled back in time. Even if you could, why would you?
You survived week two, arguably the toughest week in NaNo.
You’ve come so far.
Don’t give up now.
I think one year I gave up right around this point. And by give up, I mean I stopped writing 1,667 words every day for the story I was working on. I didn’t give up writing. I hope I never do. Future me better listen to present me. Don’t give up writing, you hear?
At the same time, I think future me is hoping present me knows it’s going to work out. So long as I don’t give up on myself. I’m imagining grandma Herminia shaking her fist in frustration.
Side note: I’m bothered when other people refer to themselves in third person, but I have no issue doing so myself.
Anyway, I want to wish you and yours a happy second half of NaNoWriMo or November for those mere mortals who don’t write. I jest. I joke.
Herminia jests and jokes.