NaNoWriMo at 44 900 / 50 000 words, will probably finish on Wednesday or Thursday, ahead of Friday deadline. Know already where it will end, and with whom, but not exactly how. Hopefully something will rise up.
Very tired.
When writing comes and flows, it is the greatest drug and the most amazing ecstasy. When it doesn’t, your mind feels like your hind parts do after spending a night redecorating the toilet with traces of explosive diarrhea and spent rolls of t-paper.
Which I, incidentally, almost did, yesternight.
Boy, this day is one of those you feel happy about only afterwards.
(Also took a 30-minute walk today. Oh, Finnish weather! 30 minutes equals 12 almost-fallings and 2 instances of thunderous crashing-down. Since I have the Finnish genes, I don’t make full posterior-ground contact but hammer my knees against an unpleasantly uneven covering of ice instead.)
(Cycling to university tomorrow will be one of those near-death experiences again, I guess. Is there a way of fitting a bike with skates instead of wheels?)
