So I woke up late today – superlate, actually – after a good Thanksgiving. No turkey, but some quality time with Christian and a nice warm dinner (with tasty dessert), plus a nice slow walk together out in the cool crisp air and a crackly fire afterwards. No family pressure, no visitors (which meant no panicked cleaning, though the upstairs isn’t in bad shape right now at all), just a snuggly evening. All good.
But today, after clearing off my desk so that I feel inclined to use it as a workspace, I am now, at 4 pm, sitting down to write. And write. And write. That, with tea and dinner breaks, is all I’m going to do today. I’m at about 31k words right now (I’ll update it when I get C’s laptop on the network so that I can commit my changes from the last time I was out writing (7 billion years ago) and work on my desktop), and I have a secretly impossible goal for the end of my day (which may, given how late I slept, be 4 am, but, eh, we’ll see 
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Wish my poor little characters luck – they’re stuck in a bind right now which I have to make even worse to justify it getting better later, and I have no idea how that’s going to happen 
To my fellow NaNoers, good luck writing this weekend! I will catch up!!!
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
