National Novel Writing Month, Day 6
Word count: 1,745
That nasty cold/flu/virus/thing I had seems to have exhausted itself after an intense 24 hour blast, as I was feeling much better today, if not exactly up to running a marathon.
I still didn’t write nor had I really planned on doing so, partly because I wasn’t expecting to feel that much better and partly because I still don’t know what I would write except poop. I may be at the point where poop is better than nothing, though, so expect an update featuring genuine, actual writing tomorrow.
(As bonus incentive there is a heavy rainfall warning in effect and it’s the weekend–what better time to stay inside with a nice cup of hot chocolate and write until my fingers seize up?)
