Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. A pathetic showing of words today: 4,818.
In my defense, I encountered a time-bomber this evening. We all have those in our lives right? Pure detonation of intent. Still no excuse.
Oh, and lest anyone think these are golden words-4,818 of them-to that I say, "Ha!" Fast draft is about spewing the subconscious. Sometimes they come out in a flash of blinding brilliance *cough* never *cough* and sometimes they'll look more like this gem:
GREAT DESCRIPTION HERE OF THE SEA, YADDA, YADDA.
LOVE SCENE HERE
Because who can enjoy a love scene written at the speed I can wolf down a granola bar? No thanks.
Tomorrow is Starbucks, incentive to make up for today's deficit. Thanks for the well-wishes, everyone!