Camp NaNo Day One (Midnight Kickoff)

So despite me talking about doing Camp NaNoWriMo for the past few months, it didn't really sink in that this was actually going to be happening. I guess November is the only writing acceptable time of the year. So at 12:01 I looked up at the clock, exclaimed "Oh crap!" and proceeded to boot up the ol' lappy-tappy. It is now 2:o0am. I have written over 1,700 words and have no idea what the hell those 1,700 words are about or where I am going with this. Now, it it was a stand alone novel, I wouldn't be overly worried; I could take it in any direction, even a partially functioning brain direction. But this is my attempt to write a sequel, which specifically means that there's some importance in continuity, sequencing, and actually linking the two stories together. Do I know what is supposed to take place in Parish? Absolutely, or I wouldn't bother with a second book. Does my brain right now know anything about Parish? Not at all. It's still trying to figure out why my teeth aren't brushed for the night yet. In short, congratulations to me for writing the first 1,700 words that will probably be omitted from the final draft of Parish. Or the first 1,700 words of a 50,000 word book that will never be released. Either way I did something in the wee hours of the night... or morning... what does 2:00 am count as if I haven't gone to sleep yet?

Wishing all those other WriMo's out there far better luck than I am currently experiencing!