Last night's total wordcount: 88.
Yes, 88, eighty-eight, two digits, less than 100. In the words of my eighth-grade language arts teacher, PI. TI. FULLL.
But it's something, isn't it?
Siiigh. Tonight I'm going to try to do better.
In which a youngish writer rambles about whatever she sees fit. Expect progress reports, rants on various aspects of the writing process, and snippets of everyday life. And interesting history snippets. I love a good history snippet.