Three good things.
1. Got a little table for my laptop set up so I’m not hurting my spine or legs when I type away. While it’s nice to tap on my Asus Transformer, it’s extra nice to nose-deep in the environment of Scrivener.
2. Made my quota for NaNoWriMo and am all caught up to the current word count. I’m not even beating myself up over writing text I know pretty much won’t show up in the final draft, because I’m getting a better grasp on how writing works for me. And in this respect NaNoWriMo has been very valuable to me.
3. For the first time, I don’t want to show anybody my work until at least draft two. I don’t even discuss the content much. I don’t overshare. I think this is part of me taking my work more seriously, and suddenly the fact that this sacrificial novel suddenly has potential beyond merely being a lamb for the NaNoWriMo month.
I am happy. I wish I could support myself through only writing, but that will take a lot (a ton) of hard work that I’m not sure I can manage alongside my bipolar and my work. We’ll see.