The daily target for NaNoWriMo is 1,667 words. I exceeded that number on one day. Otherwise I’ve consistently failed to meet it. Any gain I might have made on that one wordy day was immediately lost on the next, when I wrote only 175 words.
The most annoying thing is that when I sit down and write my stream of consciousness, which is essentially brain clutter, I can write pages and pages of it. That writing has no purpose other than to clean up my brain. I have embraced the idea that getting rid of the mental clutter is part of how you move on to better writing. Still, it’s galling to be able to write reams of throwaway text with such ease but trying to write with purpose still feels like pulling teeth.