I’m just pulling stuff out of thin air for this novel. I’m still on track, and I’m finding that 1667 words is pretty much about two hours for me. Naturally I could sit there and just hammer out gibberish, but I think my own sense of pride won’t let me do that.

Right now I’m really tired, and it’s a Friday night. I would really rather just go to sleep because sleep is so nice, but I’m gonna get off my butt in about five minutes and head out to find a Starbucks so I can get my writing done. As long as I’m back before midnight I’ll call it a success.