progress, of a sort
I drank an entire bottle of Beaujolais Neauveau, which means I am drunk enough to want to update my Live Journal. Lucky you! I wrote about 30,000 words this year. I like Weatherby and Featherstonhaugh and Jamie and Control enough that I will probably try to do something with this mess in the future, but I'm not going to push myself to shit out 20,000 word tomorrow morning.