That is the number of words I wrote today. Which is impressive, and amazing, and wonderful.
If only they had been for SPECIAL DELIVERY, the story I had designated as the WIP, and not SMALL TOWN BOY, the story I was going to tackle in November for NaNoWriMo.
So long as SD gets a major dump like this later and in something resembling a timely manner, I’m not going to complain. Hell, I’m not going to complain even if it doesn’t. But now, even though my brain swears it has another 5k ready in the chute, I am going to put this off until tomorrow. Or later. Or whatever.
I guess I should be grateful to Anna and her six hour playdate buddy, who made this dream possible. And Dan, whose patient listening on the couch as I tried to talk the thing out last night, started the whole thing.
Still. SD, I do not wish to abandon you. Please make arrangements with Will & Co to get your time in, too.