Not to be confused with Zoe. I’m talking zowie. Rhymes with owie. (and yaoi! Speaking of, posted another prequel to Shades and Hues on the fanfic page.)

I’ve got 40K on my NaNovel. I’m still loving it. There hasn’t been a single time I’ve despaired of it being any good. No, Joss has kept me snickering all along, and the plot moves and ebbs just fine. Paige rocks, and Zeke only needs a little more polishing to let the Inner Awesome shine through.

But. My hands hurt. Typing with a wrist-brace on is difficult, typing fast wearing a brace nearly impossible. My head hurts. My butt hurts. My desk and my house are both a mess. My newbies have apparently both given up, and aren’t responding when I try to check in with them.

Why the hell am I doing this again?

Fuggit. Doesn’t matter. I am doing it; it’s too late to quit now. I have forty thousand words, I can’t quit within 10K of the goal!

Ten word-wars. 100 minutes (interspersed with a lot of web-surfing and chatting, hmm, why do my hands hurt again?) and I’ll have 2K for the day. Five more wars, and I’ll have 3K, and only seven thousand words to go. I’d really love to go into next week with a fat lead, since writing 2K on a worknight isn’t easy.

Onward!

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