I’ve written 29,085 words since the evening of November 1.  It’s a weird story. It’s set in 1987, which gave me the excuse to make a really fun playlist, which I’ve been inflicting on everyone in the house (and car). Pea has discovered she loves the Thompson Twins. I have had to listen to “In the Name of Love” about 100 times in the last week. (Which I suppose is justice.)

I’m trying to take the day off from writing this thing, because, well, I need to. In other news, I seem to have caught yet another cold. Whee?