Write-ins

Writers: a lonely occupation, made up of odd people lost in the worlds inside their head, people a bit cut-off from normal real life. That's the impression a lot of people have of writers. Many more think of writing as an essentially solitary activity - I certainly did that. Until I went to a write-in today, in London. For the non-NaNoers amongst you (and I shall flatter myself that one day, someone who isn't a NaNoer will read this blog entry, even if it's just because it accidentally comes up under a search for purple polka dotted umbrellas, or something - sorry about that, if you were really looking for purple polka dotted umbrellas. I own one, but that's probably not much help to you - I bought it in C&A in Nice. They probably don't have any more. Umbrellas are like hen's teeth down there.)

Anyway, write-ins - a whole load of writers - in this case, all doing NaNoWriMo - meet in one place, and sit for two hours writing. Interspersed with chatting, and eating and drinking. It was surprisingly fun, the people weren't at all weird like I half-feared, and I shall definitely make an effort to go again soon!

Thank you, London NaNoers, for making me feel welcome - and for helping me boost my wordcount to a very respectable 6674! I've now caught up from Tuesday's almost complete failure and am back where I should be!

Hah! Nearly caught up!

4243 words and I think it might be bedtime now. I ought to be on 5100, but given that I started the day on just 1957, I think I'm doing pretty well! Today has been remarkably productive, particularly given that I had to go to the post office at lunch, instead of writing...

Tomorrow, I think I'm going to try to go to one of the London NaNo write-ins, and be brave and meet new people. Unless I chicken out, obviously. In which case, we'll pretend I never mentioned it...