15,000 and a breakdown down, 35,000 and winning the lottery left to go

It's official. Every single friend of mine that's Nano'ing (all 5 of them) this year has told me, "My novel, it is the suck." Not mmmmyyy novel but they mean their own respective novels. Just for the record I told each of them the same thing about my own manuscript so I think it's now an officially legitimate phenomenon of NaNoWriMo to want to kill yourself by week 2.

And yes, here we are at Week 2. Officially. Not only have I made it through the first seven days but I wrote almost 15,000 words in Week 1. Fifteen. THOUSAND. Words. I think this is more than I've ever written in my entire life. And not only have I written 15,000 words but I haven't even thrown myself off the Hennepin Street bridge yet! w00!

It has been a strange ride this past week. I walked in to my novel not knowing anything about the characters or plot, and just a few short days later I have living, breathing characters that try to get each other pregnant and enjoy shopping. Um, yeah. So basically they're turning out to be a bit quirkier than I had imagined and fancy themselves a bunch of drama queens, the lot of them. Last night Rex left a comment saying *ahem*,

Funnily enough he wrote that without having actually read last night's installment. Because if he had? He wouldn't have just written that. He would have shown up at my door, handcuffed me, and drove me to a hospital with white padded rooms and jiggly jello. Boy oh boy was it a doozy! If you're keeping up at home, I promise I wasn't smoking crack or shooting up with heroin when I wrote it. No really (it was all Keira's idea!).

So this post is my way of congratulating myself on the first fifteen thou and keeping you abreast of my progress (for the record, I'm about a day and a half ahead of pace). If I had a pink, sparkly cupcake right now I would give it to myself. Because every writer that makes it to week 2 should get a pink, sparkly cupcake.