I'm horribly behind on my NaNoWriMo word count. I think when last checked, it was just a tad under 5,000 words. Ruh-roh.
Well, the chick did what all the chicks in my novels do - run off to a ridiculously expensive hotel (a junior suite at the Hotel de Crillon is about $2,000 / night) and take a nice hot bath. So she did that and then I didn't quite know what she wanted to do, but as it turns out, all she needed was a good night's sleep. It's tiring to get threatened by a grubby little Frenchman. Especially if he is persistent and cruel.
I feel back on track tonight. I came home and changed directly into my NaNo pants. These are fake yoga pants (not one pose has been posed in them) and the top is a pajama top of lavender fleece with two grey kittens embroidered above the left breast.
My dinner was lychee juice and three bit-size Twix candies.
Sounds about right to me. On y va.
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