Funky news: my laptop is DOA.
Good news: My awesomely techy husband can pull all the files, so nothing is lost.
Bad news: Now? Really? NOW?
Me to me: BE NOT DISMAYED, WEAK WRITER OF WORDS, FOR THOU HAST PREPARED THIS TIME, DANGIT.
So my aunt has an eight-year-old laptop. She does not mind if I use it to write. “Do your words,” she says, and I realize this may be the most important statement I’ve ever heard as a writer.
HEY. YOU. DO YOUR WORDS.
YOU CAN DO THIS.
You can catch up.
You can overtake.
Let’s tackle this like strange unnatural lions that decide to work together and yet apart to tackle and eat the gazelle of word count.
That came out a little weird. In the spirit of no-delete-NaNoWriMo, I leave it there for your perusal.
Onward!
