Like so many people. This year, I've been easily distracted from NaNo.
I've used excuses like the muse.
I've used all sorts of poor planning and poorer still execution.
Today I did, however, make up a huge amount of lost ground.
4854 in one day.
Most of it this evening.
None of it is worth writing home about.
All of it needs editing.
The good news?
I might just finish before the witching hour.
The better news?
I have much more respect for the outline.
You know the one.
The one I didn't write and didn't contemplate this time around.
I'd do more, but the boss, the Blond, has announced he needs his beauty sleep.