Crunch Time (a.k.a. Time For Some Crunchy Stellas)

Alright, it’s not too late. I’ve got a little over two hours to write 50,000 words. It’s gonna be tight, but if I hunker down and focus I think I can pull it out.

Although I did just finish reading seven years of Achewood so I think it’s mainly going to be about manic depressive cats and coked up squirrels and five year old otters and their crazy, mixed-up adventures.

I really was dangerously close to attempting to consider doing this thirty days ago, but the month of November kind of crept up on me. Can you imagine though? If I actually went and wrote a novel. Everyone coming up to me all “man, why’d you have to go and do a thing.”