You know Nanowrimo ate your brain when you start dreaming in word counts.
Swear to God. I did this last night.
There has to be a twelve step program for this syndrome, right? I mean--de-programming must be included. Surely. The Nano-folks wouldn't leave me here to write twenty pages a day for the rest of my life--just because I can?
Yes, folks, I'm up in the wee hours. Nano-ing. I can't call it writing anymore because to do so would be an insult to real writers everywhere.
But I sure can count me some words. Toss me your grocery list. I'll prove it.
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