Ah, here we are, the calm before the storm.
I was up early to take my daughter to her martial arts class, and what did I do with that time? Knock off 1138 words on my NaNo Novel. And other than the stiffness in my knees–something that comes with age–I had a great time. Blew up people and gargoyles, and now I’m bringing the pain from another point of view–
Yeah, it’s gonna be a blood book.
Right now I sitting right under 17,000 words (seriously, if I had just written 60 more words I’d have busted it), and I’m pushing onto to 18 for sure, 19 maybe, and . . . could I hit 20,000 tonight? It’s possible. It’s really possible.
But we’ll see. Again, I’m not sprinting. This isn’t a short track beat-’em-to-hell race, this is the 24 Hours of Spa, and I’m in it to win.
Oh, and just to peak your interest . . . I’m gonna rant on something later. Why? Because something pissed me off yesterday and I gotta vent.
And I ain’t had a good venting in a while.
So stay tuned.