This morning, after only getting about 5.5 hours of sleep, and after writing an incoherent rant on tenure, I looked at my computer screen and wanted to run away. I thought about the laundry that needs to get done, the preparation for our Thanksgiving trip, the fatigue, the almost-gone, but still kind of there wrist pain. And I thought, so what if I don't get to 50k. Enjoy Thanksgiving. Just relax. And I started planning a different day, one where I made hotel reservations and put away laundry and started packing. But then I looked down at the computer screen again and my document was already open and I knew exactly what I was going to write next and it just seemed easier just to write. An hour later, I had two thousand words.
I have no idea if I'll make it to 50k and I have no idea if I'll do any writing at all over the holiday. I'm taking it day by day. Anything is possible, but even if I don't make it, I'm pretty damn proud of what I've done.