So Far, So NaNo... blowing past 10K

So, it is mid-morning of November 6th, and I am 312 words ahead of schedule on NaNo.  Days one, two, and three all ended with me being ahead of word count (day two I was nearly 1000 words ahead!).  On Friday the 4th, I took 28 seniors on a field trip.  I had to be up at 3:30 in the morning and spent most of the day on a school bus, herding children, playing teacher in an uncontrolled environment, and otherwise enjoying a fun variance to the usual job routine.  However, when I got home I was plumb exhausted and could barely manage to undress and sit down much less actually write 1667 words.

With that said, life reared its ugly head at about 4:30 Saturday morning screaming, "Mommy! I'm going to throw up!"  This was followed by the sound only MY children make before projectile vomiting in a way I spent 29 years of my life thinking I was the only one in the world who did that.  Apparently, it is an inherited trait.  After four and half years, we finally have the hang of this whole "sick" thing (knock on wood) and things proceeded as expected.  I was thankful that we actually had some Pedialyte in the fridge that wasn't expired.  The girl child laid on the couch most of the day watching movies, napping, and sipping her Pedialyte.  I, on the other hand, was up and down to the bathroom at least 25 times, and still managed to crank out 2,331 words.  The boys of the house made it through this one mostly untouched.

This morning everyone is healthy and happy and eating again... except me, and I still feel like I have a belly full of angry snakes.  Luckily, it was a 24 hour bug, at least for the girl child.  I've written 2471 words so far today, and feel like I'm probably not done.  I know where I am at the moment, and I know where I'm going next, and I see no reason to slow down when things are going so well.

See, I'm cheating a little this year at NaNo.  I have this short story that I love.  My friends and family love this story too.  So, after three years of trying to perfect it, and having it rejected by a few places as a short story, I'm turning it into a novel.  The first third of the novel is my two main characters as children, the middle is essentially the short story expanded, and the last third will be what happens after the, what I consider to be awesome, cliff hanger ending of the short story.  Everything is new writing (even the middle part when I get there), but right now I'm writing all the things I know about my characters that were essential to my knowledge for the short story, but were never included.  I have just written myself up to my first flashback in the short story.  Only now, it will be in real time. 

Oh, wicked past perfect verb tense, I have just kicked you in the face!  And damn it feels good!