50,000 words...

I'm one week down on this novel writing journey, but not yet 1/4 of the way there (yes, that means I'm behind on word count).  Part of the reason I'm behind is that I had to stop and spend quite a bit of time figuring out what I'm writing about (this is something that many who are doing the novel-in-a-month thing had complete before November, but I came late to the game).  Part of the reason I'm behind is that there were some unexpected interruptions.  And part of the reason I'm behind is that I had underestimated how many 50,000 really is.

I've never been good at estimating anything having to do with numbers.  Time?  I usually think it will take less time than it does.  Measuring food for portion size?  Sometimes over, sometimes under, rarely right.  Writing a book?   I'm just beginning to pour the words into that 50,000 level cup, wondering if I'll have enough to fill it.  But I continue to pour, and since it seems that Jesus invited me into this journey, I'm asking Him to multiply the words like He did with the loaves and fishes...