My arms are killing me. I may have to watch out for carpel tunnel. I’m going to ty to take a bath today and maybe try to beg someone to rub my arms.
Woke up pretty early this morning, dragging a bit right now but trying to psych myself up for the complicated, scary and largely unwritten end of ACT I.
Today’s contestant:
Day Nine: Pati Nagle
I need to reach 44,000 words by the time i go to bed tonight, or i owe Pati $10. (I did a little extra writing yesterday, so i need to write a little more than 2000 words to hit 44K.)
Twitter updates, probably.
Novel burns
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They grow.
I’m thinking about dying my hair today. Maybe i’ll see how the burns look purple?
As an added motivation, i keep a picture of this guy on my desktop.

“If you don’t finish your book, this will be you.”
Haha, awesome. I wonder what purple chops would be like? I've never seen anyone with dyed sideburns….
Good job on the writing, too!
Emily
Thanks 🙂
Grá Linnaea
>> My arms are killing me.
Old punchline. "I just flew in from Boston and…"
"I just wrote a novel and…"
Write, write, but don't wreck your health!
Dave Raines
Trying!
Thanks. 🙂
Grá Linnaea