No Rest for the Wicked NaNoWriMo-ist

Less than three hours until our writers’ group meeting — and 300 words to go. All I want to do is nap, but such is life. Today was much harder, as I’m accustomed to doing quite a bit of daydreaming before committing to paper (well, keyboard). No such luxury this month. I’ve been confining my cringing to the shower, where I think of all the revisions I’ll need to do on these lifeless drafts. Did I really just write a chapter with no sense of smell or touch? Did I really develop my new characters so little?

Not my problem. That will be Editor-JoAnn’s task, in December. Mwahaha. Time to get back to my 300 devils.