NaNo
Chapter Nineteen: Solpassword: blackmagic
Overall word count: 78,900
Man I was sloth personified today. It took me a solid six or seven hours of hitting myself in the brain to shit out those 5,000 words. I went through hungry and came out the other side and am now experience acute HANGER.
I also got checked out by a bus driver. An attractive one. This happens - ANYONE doing that - happens so rarely that it deserves noting, I think. I'm not one of these poor women who spends her life being bombarded with catcalls and male attention, I have been largely invisible since about 2005 and before then I was mostly getting yelled at for either having huge hair extensions of the sort everyone's used to now or prior to that for being an UR GOFFICK INNIT back in the West Country. Curiously the tailing off in being shouted at coincided with an increase in not giving a fuck and now all is well. I suspect this is not the case for pretty ladies but SAINTS BE PRAISED I AM FAIRLY NONDESCRIPT.
I made this today because I am a pedant.