Yet another day of a zero word count. Again, I knew this was coming. The deadlines of this week have been there like Gandalf’s Balrog for weeks now – “You Shall Not Pass!”
The good news is that I’m starting to think I’m going to make it. The “to-do” list that looked like the NYC phone book is starting to look like a Post-It Note. Okay, it’s one of those BIG Post-It Notes, but you get the idea.
But on that priority list, writing for NaNoWriMo is “later!”
Plus, I had a commitment to go down a pint.
I know my name, so why do they put this sticker on me? Is it so that they know what name to shout as they’re slapping me to wake me up after I pass out? 
