Nov 2, 2009

Monday, Monday

Today has been a day of pure slog; 58 large plastic boxes of notes to be moved two floors mean that my hands hurt and I struggled to stay awake on the bus (that you didn't hear anything like an atomic explosion meant that I didn't wake up in Radstock or somewhere equally far from home.

The six hours in the BEH were bracketed by 2708 words toward the wip. Since I didn't register in time, I can't keep calling it NaNoWriMo, even though that would be a much easier label to hang on it than wip.

Add that to the 2567 words I wrote yesterday, and I'm tired but happy. I'm ahead of the game for the time being, although other days may not be so profitable.

I might even make it onto Facebook sometime tonight.

So I'm going to keep this short and sweet, and have something to eat before I keel over!