Day two of NaNoWriMo

I got my word count tonight, and am sitting happily at 9448, but I almost didn't have time for it today.

I spend the morning and early afternoon with Joe, geeking about at comic shops as we'd planned, but as I was on my way home, I got a call from The Boy that there were a few things I needed to do. He'd used all of the ink in the printer, and had run through about five different food items in the house that w normally have in strong supply and told me that he'd meant to tell me when he used the last of them but forgot. So, I had to get ink to print a job application that has to be son someone e-mail by tomorrow morning ( I HATE .pdf files) run other errands, replace things that I should have known about when I had time to do such things AND hit the gym all before I could write. It also frustrated me since I know I won't be home except to sleep until Sunday night because of horrible shifts at work. I tend to get out of sorts quickly when I don't get down time at home, and it looked like I have none of it until I'm done with word count on Sunday.

And yes, I know I am a few days ahead. However, I want to get the book DONE this month, and it's rough plotted at around 65,000 words, so I need a faster pace than normal. I also don't want to blow off a day unless they are the four planned "no writing" days later in the month. I need to be in the habit of writing 2k a day for when the month is over, and I try to finish the radio novel by next summer.

Instead of starting fresh when I got home at 3:30. I started irritated and tired at about 9:15, and haven't had anything to eat since lunch.

I also wanted to yell at The Boy, since he has be slacking horribly on his part of the house upkeep, has ALL of our towels in his dirty clothes in his room, and hasn't done the dishes for the last week, even though he's the only one that eats here. But I try very hard not to have discussions when I'm angry, and I knew it would become a long, drawn out "You are here all the time" thing he tries to pull on me, even though I haven't been home for more than sleeping or writing in over a week.

The writing went well, thankfully, and I figured out a way to get the big exposition done "off stage" so the main character could condense it down to about three paragraphs. Besides, it's all about his view of this world, for now, as the different baits are set and the plot is woven around him without his knowledge. He seems to be a nicer guy than I thought he would be, since the art of the Con is to appeal to a person's worst nature. Thankfully, today's writing also helped me find his weaknesses and easy "attack points" for the plot, so things are proceeding as planned.

Stress level on a scale of 1 to 10: 8.5
Word Count: 9448
On Target: Yes
Surprises: Lead character is a nicer guy than I thought