Just tired. Not much sleep last night.

I knocked out some words yesterday. 2898 for NaNoWriMo and 2215 for a story I was trying to get submitted by yesterday’s deadline. I finished the story, polished it up and got it sent off before midnight. Not bad. I wish every day could be like that. True word bliss.
I haven’t written that many words in one day in at least a year. I was thinking about the why of it. After writing nearly 3000 words on the novel, I was motivated to write a 2200 word short story and submit it-- something else I haven’t done in awhile. Maybe NaNoWriMo inspires me to write regardless of whether I’m writing the book or something else. In any case, I love it. I love the feeling of putting the words down, watching a scene or story come together. There’s really nothing like it.
What’s it all about?
Life. Love. Writing. Editing. Sex. Books. Romance. Movies. Friendship. Photography. Teaching. Coffee. (Lots of coffee.) Travel. Feminism. Academia. Insomnia. Memories. Experiences. Rants. Raves. Reviews. Babies. Pregnancy. Motherhood. Insanity. Musings of an insomniac writer. Want to know more?