I'm still going! The fact that 10 days into this masochistic ritual I haven't been reduced to a pile of quivering angst is pretty huge, honestly. I just hit 31,000 words and am feeling really good. Srsly don't even need the strikeout keys at the moment. Not that I think I've produced a masterpiece, by any means, or even something publishable. I am pretty sure the previous 10-15k words would put anyone who suffered the misfortune of having to read them right to sleep. I know I felt sleepy as I was writing them, in any case, which is probably not a good sign.
But now I'm about at the halfway point of this "novel" (can I call it that????) and I'm feeling strangely optimistic. I'm having fun again. The first ten thousand words went by really quick and smoothly. I knew exactly how I wanted to set everything up, and had a fun time doing it. But then I started getting into the nitty gritty around 10-25k, and it was kind of a snoozefest. But now at 30k, stuff is goin down and it's one feisty scene after the next, and I'm lovin it. Created a playlist to get me amped up too.
Not sure if anyone would ever want to read this (aside from my parents, obviously. Hi!) - but at least I'm having fun writing it. At least I haven't given up. I think 50,000 words by the end of November is definitely in reach, and that was the goal. (KNOCK ON FRIGGIN WOOD.)
So, for now, I'm just going to bask in the feeling of contentment that comes from doing something productive that is for yourself and only yourself. Not your employer. Not your family. Not your friends. YOU! yay.