I didn’t get a whole lot of writing done last night after childbirth class, but I concocted a dream sequence for my protagonist that may or may not be an accurate account of him being thrown out of a plane.
Today, I need to crank out a little less than 4,000 words in order to catch up again. Daunting, but certainly not impossible. I’m meeting a few of the Cleveland-area WriMos/NaNites at the Enclave coffee shop in Willoughby this evening, and maybe we’ll do a few sprints.
Two of the Cleveland-area participants have already hit the 50,000 word mark, and are still going. Another was just beyond 40K last night. They are writing robots, sent from the future to crush humanity beneath their heels. We bow to our robotic lexiconquerors.