I biked up to Valencia this morning. I was a little surprised to find that the 15-kilometer uphill climb wasn't as hard as it used to be. Oh, alright, the weather was quite cooperative, and despite that I still had some trouble, but I did make good time and without feeling overly tired. I suppose I simply must be getting used to the climb.
In a way, novel-writing is a bit like riding up to Valencia. It gets easier as you get more used to it. I'm not saying I don't have any more difficulty writing, but it's not as hard as it used to be. Whatever will I do when Nanowrimo is over and done with.
Alright, enough philosophizing. Word count for today: 45,000. It doesn't look so nice to have a nice round number for the count, but that's what both the Nanowrimo verifier and the wc say. So I'll let it be.
Totally pooped now. Going to bed. Good night all.