I ended up with 1,806 words today. The minimum for each day is 1,667. It didn't feel that difficult, or even like it took that long, but I'm sure I'll have my ups and downs--days when sitting down to my laptop feels next to impossible. The reason I started today instead of choosing a whole calendar month is that Ransom, my sweet, incredible, brilliant little boy will be two exactly one month from now. This novel is his birthday present. It's also Vu's present, as Vu's birthday is the day after Ransom's.
How did the writing go? It flowed today. I had so many ideas that they're all tumbling out. This is the fun part. There is something about writing fiction that brings a part of me back to life. And there is something about doing something that I had arbitrarily told myself wouldn't happen - writing a novel before I'm thirty - that feels incredible.