I just completed day nine of my NaNoWriMo, which means my word count is somewhere in the 14000 range.
My fingertips are uber-sensitive after typing that many words and the keys on my keyboard are shiny with use and hot to the touch.
And I wonder if it would be too chick-like to say that I’m plumbing depths never plumbed, that I love peeling away these layers of me and applying new lipstick to what remains.
It wouldn’t, would it?
Be too chick-like, I mean.
What a ride. I wouldn’t suggest everyone throw themselves up against this NaNoWriMoShit, but it sure is working it’s magic on me.