Oh, by the way. While I was hiding under a rock, pretending NaNoWriMo didn't exist, this happened:
When Ends Don't Meet
Yes. That would be a review of my novel in the New York Times Book Review.
I haven't been this happily hyper since my sister Heather and I went on weekend-long Pixy Stix binge in the late nineties. Let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. There should be a maximum amount of Pixy Stix two teenage girls are allowed to buy without parental consent.
Today's challenge: Work Pixy Stix into your NaNo wordcount for the day.
1 comment:
This is so cool.
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