Only six pages today (1,500 words). That means 12 additional pages I now need to sprinkle through the rest of the days like confetti. Evil, bad confetti.
I’m not even going to update my word count meter tonight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have a redeeming burst of crazed energy — like Alex Keaton when he took speed before that big test. Except without the drugs… or the sweater vests.
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