Over at Nanowrimo, you enter your word count. It's a small goal to reach each day, so that by the end of November, 50,000 words are staring back at you from your word processing file.
That's all fine and dandy until you realize typing, "All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy," just won't cut it, unless of course you live in a certain hotel.
Ok, enough rambling. Back to the easel, err, typewriter, oh phooey--I'm hitting the dog house and taking a nap.
Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-P
Wednesday, November 9, 2005
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