It was a great day. Fun, exhilarating, exhausting, frustrating, boring. No, not really boring.
We did spend a lot of time writing today. And reading to each other, and trying to get on to the NaNoWriMo website, which is apparently not up to the task right now. We assume things will get better soon.
We made up charts of our required words per day and week, and then exceeded today's goal. I had told the kids they should at least do two day's worth of writing, more if they could manage it. They did. My word counter (on the sidebar) is not correct as of this moment; maybe it's not even showing right now. I couldn't get on to the site to update it. As of now, and I think I am done for the night, I have 3380 words. That means 46,620 to go. In 29 days. My girl wrote 953 out of 8,000; the boy 680 out of 10,000. (Kids can pick their own goals; adults required to write 50,000.)
Mostly what I've written so far is banal dialog. I'm trying to put more description in; after all, the story is set in England's Lake District so I ought to be able to find a few things to say about that. But not yet.
I'm learning a lot but am too tired of typing to say much right now. I will say that I found it amazingly easy to lapse into cliches and trite phrases. They just slip right off the fingers. Now I understand why so many books are so bad. Mine included.
Tomorrow we have to add back in some of our regular activities. It'll be interesting to see how the kids' spirits hold up. Mine too.