Today was an anomaly.
And I want to go do the treadmill, even though I have an Executive Committee meeting at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow. I just think it would do me good.
I got through 1994 on my NaNo timeline. (Gee, that only leaves 11 years!) Uh, I'm 7.7 percent of the way there. I have a lot of writing to do, but now I'm telling myself that I work best under pressure, so this will be good for me. (At least I'm thinking a lot now about my story and about stuff I want to write after spending a few days wondering why I ever chose the subject I did.)