So I've only written 1943 words today which is fairly bad considering I was off all day but I totally goofed off a lot and slept way in. Then I went to the 2pm write-in at the Whitehall Borders. It was fantastic. I met some very interesting, sweet people. It was comfy and not at all awkward (except for when I got there first and stood around uncertainly, looking for open wall sockets - yes, I almost chickened out and snuck away). I was even given a little goodie bundle that was left over from the kick-off party. I hope I can make Wednesday.
... I so should have tried a proper novel. Hm.
Also, people, if you're reading this and there are things you'd like to see, let me know. I'm running out of prompts from 31 Days!
(It also occurs to me that I should subtract those measly few hundred words done in Ruin since it's technically continuing an old work. Bugger.)