Hello, dear friends, I’m pausing for a few moments to let you all know that I’m still alive and well (or as one of my yoga friends puts it, “still vertical and sucking air!”). NaNoWriMo is going well as far as my word count: reached just over 30,000 words today. Yay! Except my fingers now feel frozen in that claw-like pose I use for typing, and my butt has gone completely numb (not comfortably numb, mind you).
Still, cranking out the quantity this weekend buys me a few days. It simply feels too much to be on the computer all day at work only to come home and turn another one on, so writing during the work week is hit and miss for me.
And then there was the news. I’ve often joked that Friday the 13th is a lucky day. I will joke about that no more. I’m sorry to end this post on a sad note, but my usual “happy face” just feels so false right now.
Désolé
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