I’m working on a long post about NaNoWriMo and the meaning of life. If you can’t see the connection beteween those two subjects, you obviously haven’t been frantically writing a book for the past sixteen days. Or maybe I’m just delirious from too much writing today and too little sleep last night. In either case, if I’m going to talk about the meaning of life I shouldn’t have typos and I’m too tired to properly edit my epiphanic missive tonight. So, it’ll keep until tomorrow.
Until then, I am going to bed and dream happy dreams about being less than 5000 words from being finished with the NaNoWriMo challenge. Or maybe I’ll dream about George Clooney.
Whichever.
at 10:55 PM 
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