So close…so far…

It nettles me to know that I am twelve thousand words – just a mere two thousand a day (mere!), and here I sit. Staring at a screen. Fingers writing in a blog because at least its writing. I refuse to accept that I won’t make it. Even if my characters have to sing their favorite holiday songs for the remainder of the novel, I will make it.

Bah. Too much to do that isn’t writing. Alabama, here we come!