I just hit my word count for the day and I’m now going to bed. It’s 1:00 AM, so it’s technically Thanksgiving. My word count sits around 35,000. I have no idea if the story I’m writing is any good or interesting anymore. We’ll see, I guess.
I do have internet access. I sit here in the bedroom I grew up in, typing on my laptop, wirelessly connected to the network I set up for my parents this evening, an act that nearly drove me mad before I figured it out. It’s nice to be in my old room, my wife sleeping in the bed beside me, and my daughter sleeping in the crib not far away.
Blah blah blah, I’m going to bed. Good night!