Today, nothin'. The words are all spun out and exhausted. I'm not even getting an echo of these words as I type them--they're just coming out. Possibly this proves that blogging is a reptilian-hindbrain function and if I am ever in a coma, I will still be able to breathe, defecate, and post to LJ. I don't know if that's a comforting thought or not.
On the bright side, 20K in two weeks ain't bad, and I can see hammering on the story more in the future, even if I can't make Nano work this year. We'll see how it goes.
Today I'm taking refuge in mute and wordless paint.