Sunday, September 06, 2009

Day The Second

Partner and I did amazing work yesterday, but suck at high-fives. We agree now to stick to chest bumps only. It's 8:45 and we finally broke for sleep last night fairly early. Coffee brewing, hope someone brings croissants. Iguana is supremely annoyed that so many people are in her home and refuse to leave. Her bowl is full of lovely greens, her heart is full of cold-blooded indigance. Aw.

Back to the marathon. Must eke out at least the next two scenes before Act II can fully develop. Partner will be here by then hopefully. Timing is not my strong suit, but then, nothing really is.

Tired, sore, need to do laundry, yawning, stomach rumbly and generally out of sorts. This is going to make National Novel Writing Month seem like a soft summer breeze.

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