*shakes head*

[melayneseahawk]

It's two o'clock in the fecking morning, and my muse gets back from her party, takes one look at the calendar, and says, "What are you doing in bed? We have NaNo to write!"

So, on the plus side, I have a plot, and characters, sorta, and a story that will hopefully give me 50000 words. The fickle wench has damnably bad timing, though; I need my sleep.