Another lovely day in Massachusetts. I’m in a good mood, I think because the end of the month is near. I did have to have a talk with Mr. Dump last night about how I don’t want to go back to my pre-November not-writing-anything-at-all state, but I also won’t be in that “I can’t do anything or talk to anyone because I have to write” frenzy. It’s really important to me that I keep writing – probably because it’s taken me 36 years to get this much done in “one sitting.” I just hope that even without a deadline looming, I’ll keep working, maybe on something new, letting this one fester in a drawer like Stephen King recommends, until it’s aged enough for me to edit. I’m to close to it right now. But I don’t want to have to wait until NEXT November to write something else.

Oh, and I’m up to 45621 this morning.