I managed to sneak a few more words in today at lunch, so I’m around 4,400. I’m not worried. I’ll either get to 50K or I won’t, but if I don’t, it won’t be for lack of effort.
Life has priorities, and even though it sounds funny to say I’m going to become a hermit for the month, it’s not the way a good husband and father ought to be. So life will come first and the novel will come when it can.