Hour One: 3264
Hour Two: 3723
Hour Three: 4203
Hour Four: 4585
Hour Five: Break for a pampered chef party and food. Still many, many words to write. 4585
Hour Six: Making Apple Tartletts 4585
Hour Seven: Eating Apple Tartletts 4585
Hour Eight: 4585... still. But I enjoyed those Aple Tartletts. Now to write like mad.
Hour Nine: 4891
Hour Ten: 5415
Hour Eleven: 5795
Hour Twelve: 5910 (but I ate a really yummy BLT and had a cup of coffee)
Hour Thirteen: 6395 (and it would go a lot faster if I was either A-a lawyer or B-not writing about a trial)
Hour Fourteen: 7111
Hour Fifteen: 7268
Hour Sixteen: 7541 (and I have resolved to write until 10,000 words before sleep seduces me)
Hour Seventeen: 7850
Hour Eighteen: 8114, but I took a shower (I also desperately need a snack)
Hour Nineteen: 8369. Now just desperately tired. One more hour or until I hit 10,000 words. Whichever comes first unfortunately.
Hour Twenty: 8873. The depressing thing about getting old is that I can't get through all-nighters anymore. I used to do it on the regular, which isn't exactly healthy, but there you are. I'm actually really happy with what I got done. This story is much more challenging to write than I expected, but I wrote over 5000 words today. And that is a decent chunk.
Aaaand, I thought it would be fun to share my writing space, because at the moment, I've got a good one. The walls are empty, but only because I need to buy picture frames. Soon the walls will be covered with: inspirational quotes, dream catchers, and framed pictures of tree houses. I love tree houses.
This is my "desk". Really it's a very long table that I can spread out all my stuff on. Notice that I've created a wonderful little tea station on one side. Also the blanket over the chair is because this room is suuuuuper cold. Also, it doesn't have shades. I live in the woods, but I'm not sure if that makes it more or less creepy.
One wall is nothing but closets, because, technically, the room is an office. I have filled it with all kinds of office supplies, but don't think you guys really need a picture of it. Below is my shelf of non-fiction. Film and writing books are the top shelf. They only fit because I lost a ton of books in my move. That stack of stuff on the table is more books and things to hang on the walls. I'll do it... eventually.
And my favorite part of this space. A big whiteboard that I made by applying white board paper directly to the wall. It's huge. The empty space is my planning for Nanowrimo. On the left are some notes for restructuring my screenplay and a list of projects I want to work on. I like lists. On the floor in front is a balance board. I like to play on it and stare at my board. Because, then it doesn't feel like procrastination.