Yeah, I’ve made it to 4 in the morning and I’m almost going at a good pace.
My eyes are blurry and dry.
If only my characters would stop moaning about must haves and still haves and well maybe’s…
I might have gotten some sleep tonight.
My word count well, it may be snazzier than some.
But I’m really sick of the numbers 11, 12, and 13. They’ve been with me all day. I need a new friend.
Like 18 k.
But now I must cut this stupid poem short. Because my laptop underside just burnt my hand.
The computer gets a nap but I still write.copyright Alpina 2011