

The penultimate, and preferable number to be at: 48,333
Oh it was so sweet to pass my sister's total. I shall remember it for, well, minutes.
Look, it's getting hard to keep up with everything I'm doing. There was no update for today. I think my Nano is not going to be won this year. But I must beat my sister.


There be the target: 45,000


Average: 43,333


Scared number: 41 667
Making a concerted effort. Not enjoying it though.


Freaking number that rushes away as I approach it, even at a tiptoe. I think I should rush it: 40,000
Brain. Hurts. Must. Not. Give. Up.


Stupid, unfeeling target: 38,333
I've reached the halfway point. The only problem is, the Nano is in it's last week.


Wot we need: 36,667


Exponentially accelerating number rising faster than the National debt: 35,000
Coops:

Sister:

The dreaded number: 33,333
It's interesting to see figures displayed in different ways. These graphs prove that (a), I suck at this and (b), I'm losing.
Coops: 18,300

Sister: 29,091

Impertinent expectation: 31,667
Coops: 17,310
Sis: 27,214
Horrific number, forever staying out of reach: 30,000
Coops: 16,642
Sister: 27,201
Unlikely number: 28,333
Coops: 15,413
Sis: 24,003
Needed to escape defeat: 26,667
Coops: 14,380
Sister: 23,260
Acceptable as a minimum: 25,000
Geez, whaddoya say. I suck at this.
Coops: 12,509
Sis: 19,100
Inspirational number: 23,333 (Calculated by multiplying unobtanium with procrastination.)
Managed to have a dabble with it today. Had to work out some accounting software and PDF conversions amongst other shit writers shouldn't have to think about.
Coops: 11,207
Lil' Sister: 17,467
Expectation/Demand: 21,667
Too damn busy to scratch my arse. Got the other project out of the way and I'm back to staring at my Nano screen.
Coops: 10,267
Sister: 17,467 (hah! Complacency dragged you back to my level girl.)
We aspire to: 20,000
Oh noooooo. Liddle Sis typed more words. I had a token stab.
Coops: 10,072
Little Sister: 15,032
Groan.
Sposed to get: 13,333
Still banging away at words for someone else's pleasure. Be back at it soon. I hope.
Got a job on. Not writing. Oh Shit, now the pressure is on.
Tap, tap, tapping along. Bogging down, probably because I haven't got a place for the, (now dead), hero to go. Wherever he ends up will only bring bigger problems for him, that I can guarantee. At least I made the minimum for a change.
Haven't heard from little sister so she gets the previous count and a cackle from me.
Coops: 10,007
Sister: 12,041
The expectation: 10,000
Bloody hell, it's so hard when you have to play catch up every day. I need a buffer like the little sister has. With any luck she's tapping a dry well after the literary spurt. I've stopped practicing my commiserations that I was going to heap upon her when she lost.
My story is developing just ahead of the words I write. A frantic way of creating but ya gotta go with what ya got.
Coops: 8326
Sister: 12041
Words ideally obtained (as calculated by dry, unfeeling mathematics): 8333
Yeah, I know how close that is, and yeah, I could have bashed out a couple more sentences, but I'm determined to take the count at the same time every day. Usually as I crack a beer. Mainly cos I know not much else gets done after that. It has just occurred to me that I haven't informed little sis of this requirement. Bahahhaahhaha.
Credit where credit is due, little sister is working full time and doing the Nano as well. Kinda makes her heroic catchup even more impressive. She zipped past me yesterday and I'm struggling to catch up.
I'm actually writing a coherent story this year since SOMEONE complained bitterly that I was bending the rules in both the last 2 Nano's. The first one I wrote an Anthology of interconnected short stories. The second year I did the same but used pure dialogue. That was pretty hard.
Coops: 5774 (Almost killed the hero. Another few lines and he's a dead men. In his current form anyway.)
Sister: 8249 (Hope she gets complacent and slips behind.)
The average we need: 6667 words
I'm cruising along. Got lost in the story a couple of times, in a good way. Haven't had that feeling of immersion in months. I know the plot needs a lot of work but I'm hoping the depth is being hinted at enough to come back to me in the edit. This one is a keeper though.
I'm trying hard to separate the character from Sam, (Fatal Cure's hero), although I think they could be related. They'd hate each other of course. I hope this strings out to 50,000 words. Xmas would be so boring without something tangible to occupy me.
Coops: 4442 words
Sister: 6053. (I won't insult her by insulating any falsehood as some would do when under pressure.)
The average we should have obtained: 5000 words
Got woken up about 8 times last night by the wife's phone. Problems at work and she's on call. The broken sleep drifted into full wakefulness at around 4:30AM with a dream about getting shot. That's when I had the germ of an idea. I actually got up and wrote it down. I thought it was important though I still don't know what it means but I'm sure the whole story hinges on it.
Over the course of the day other bits and pieces came together and the idea gathered momentum in exciting ways. I now have a beginning and the world is building itself around my dead-beat trucker, Todd Lucker. I'm still quite keen on the whole deal although details are bogging me down a bit. I need to keep it moving.
Found out the Nanowrimo site was overloaded and the start gun failed to go off because of that. The world hasn't ended and I'm away regardless.
Coops: 2840 more confident and purposeful words.
Sister: Haven't heard but will assume to worst and delete one word from yesterday's total. 1499 words.
The average we should have attained: 3333 words. Not great for me but better than 1499.
Bit confused. Where's the fan fare, the firing of the gun? I haven't heard from my little sister either. What the hell is going on? Did the world end while I was Internetting?
Well bugger it, there seems to be no point in going hard on this if no one else is interested. It doesn't help that I haven't got a plot, any characters fleshed out, nothing. No clue.
I picked out an idea at random from my slush pile. 'A Better World'. The file contains 6 hurriedly jotted lines but it brings back the idea clearly. Well, like seeing fog clearly.
I bashed and bashed the keyboard trying to find the story within. No joy yet.
Coops: 600 hesitant and awkward words.
Sister: A purported and unofficial 1500 HAND WRITTEN words. (does anyone really do that any more?)
The average we should have attained: 1667
We both suck.