Day 28 (Word Count: 43,082)

Two days. 6,918 words. These are all that stand between me and glorious victory.

Some of you may have noticed that the little NaNoWriMo icon over at the left now includes a word counter. If you've been checking in, wondering where I was in the process, that's been keeping track. It'd probably have been more useful for me to point that out earlier.

So the task still before me is utterly managable. Yes, I'm grading papers, but I'm not nearly as behind as usual. Yes, we had the Disney Thanksgiving, during which I wrote maybe a thousand words (but I think writing part of the novel at the Ontario Airport, part in Newberg, Oregon, and part at the Disneyland Hotel qualifies me for some kind of strange prize), and I was standing at 36,000 or so words yesterday morning, but it's all been manageable. Things have opened up for me in a way that I can hardly explain myself. As I've said before, part of me still cowers in fear of the "other shoe" coming down, but that part is growing smaller daily. Yes, there will be setbacks and difficulties aplenty in the days ahead, and I have a strong sense that this is a season of replenishment and reprieve before much greater challenges come to the fore, but I know that God is with me and that He will see me through them.

I was reading through some of my old posts, and my attitude at the moment is so different than those I espoused there that I feel like an entirely different person. And maybe I am. I don't want this to sound boastful, or naive, but it's honestly where I stand today, Christ be praised for it.

I'll try to get some more specifics up in the next day or two. Until then, I've got some more prose-ifying to do.