While I've been here at my mother's, helping her, keeping her company and simply being the presence God has asked me to be, I haven't been able to write during the daytime hours. In order to keep up with the NaNoWriMo challenge I have been up late into the night , writing after Mom has gone to bed.
With each passing day I have grown more weary, from tension that has no release here, from sadness and from lack of restful sleep.
Last night, as I sat down at my laptop my flesh was screaming "Give up and go to bed!" The spellchecking parts of the software have ceased to function and it felt like my brain had as well. I did NOT want to write a word, but knew that I would feel better if had put something in the bank.
500 words, 620 words, they came slowly, and many times I almost stopped, telling me self I would make up for the shortage another day. But I am too stubborn to allow the enemy to manipulate me, so I pressed in and pressed on and just short of 2 am I had slightly surpassed my goal for the day.