actually
if you see me online from ... right now til Sunday evening, PUNCH ME IN THE FACE and send me back to the salt mines. and by salt mines I mean 'first draft of big bang'. God help us all. I'm at about five thousand words or so (hey, this is me, I write slow like glaciers and also the combined hilarity of My Job and Willamette Valley Death Pollen has caused me to become even more of a zombie than usual) and I am bound and determined to get to ten thousand if I want to or not.
I'll probably commit suicide by Friday evening.
I'll probably commit suicide by Friday evening.