Yes, I’m sitting in my room in the Vieux Carré [that’s the French Quarter of New Orleans, for those of you who are uninitiated]. And I’m writing. Yes, I am. I got up a bit earlier than usual, which wasn’t an easy feat considering I spend last night amongst the partiers on Bourbon Street.
So far I have written 1100+ words, pretty good words, not just words where my character wanders around for several pages doing nothing of interest. Personally, I consider this writing to be exceptional considering I have a headache of Herculean proportions — after a Mango frozen something and several Hurricanes, my last drink was a Hand Grenade, and right now, it feels a bit like one went off in my cranium.
Of course my opinion of the quality of what I wrote for NaNo and for this post is subject to change tomorrow or next week. But for now, I think I’ll go watch the Georgia/Florida game and have a Hurricane, or three, with lunch. Go Dawgs!!