NaNoWriMo Day Twenty-Three

A lovely evening spent writing, like I imagine everyone else writes.  Normally I'm at Starbucks early in the morning, or at work, or at my parents' house.  But tonight I wrote in my own home, at my own desk.  It's cold outside, and I got all bundled up.  I had a cat either lounging behind me on my bed, or doing his damnedest to worm his way into my lap.  Some decaf chai with horchata, and leftover pumpkin pie.  I wasn't too old-school, though; did a cyber write-in with a friend of mine, the first time I've done that.  Super-effective, very motivating, a lot of fun.

Did a good job chipping away at my deficit.  As long as I stay within shooting distance I don't really have any worries about finishing on time.  Like Spike, I just need one good day.




( Chapter Two: IV )