Success is Slipping Away

It’s early yet. We’re just halfway through the month. I’ve made good progress and written more than I have since last year this time. I have my novel pretty well figured out. But it just ain’t going to happen. I’m only at 13k and I should be at 25k tomorrow.
Last night, when I should have been writing, I watched Arrow with the wife.
This morning when I should have been writing I was doing artsy-fartsy stuff.
This afternoon, when I should have been writing, I was building a light fixture above the dresser, stained my planter cover, and then I went and did Autumn yard clean-up stuff.
Right now, when I should be writing, I’m putting up a blog post  while I wait for the wife to come home so that we can have some dinner.
Okay, I know, if you want to be a writer you’ve got to write. If you want to win NaNoWriMo, you’ve got to write 1,667 words a day. But right now, I can’t find the time for that many words. It usually takes me about 3-hours to reach the 2,000 word mark. I’m just not that fast. And that’s a lot of time.
This is a terrible month for anything, let alone writing. Usually, I can isolate myself away and get it done. But we’re hosting Thanksgiving. The youngest wants to have a birthday party HERE on the 3rd. I’ve got painting still to do, the mantle and top still need to be polyurathaned, I’ve got to get the yard in shape before it snows, and I know I’m forgetting a bunch of other stuff I’m not going to be allowed to ignore  this year.
So, I’m going to continue to write. I’m going to continue to write daily. But I do not see how I’m going to get a 50k story done this month. I’ll try, but you’ve been warned.