Ok...I can do this. Just repeat that to yourself every time, that you feel that you're losing your nerve.
It's Christmas. Night. Actually, it's technically the 26th. I should be feeling warm and snuggly and delicious. Instead I'm having a mild panic attack.
I'm at almost 36,000 words. I should be at...umm....oh sick I should be at 40k! That's depressing. Okay so I have 14k left, for the whole month. So not counting tonight, I have....6 days, sooooo that's like 2,333 a day. Gr. I had it at such a lovely round number of 2000 a day. Whatever. Ok off I go....!!!