Nano Update
35,157. Not counting the mega-long post I just posted, either. Words are moving...somewhat more painfully than I would like, and in rather larger chunks interspersed by me tearing out my hair, but hey, they're moving, and I feel like the story is coming into shape. So that's good.
Also in the good: Bill has tomorrow off and is taking Andrew OUT OF THE HOUSE, and all I have to in the house is to make two batches of chocolate cupcakes for his birthday party on Saturday, and then I am taking my laptop and absconding to somewhere I can sit and write like mad. Either a coffeeshop, or Barnes & Noble, or possibly the library. I have not decided.
But if I'm getting a nice chunky block of time in which I can actually sit and figure out what the hell I'm writing this month....well, I'm going to take it and wring every last second from it, thankyouvermuch.