I'm sitting in the lobby of a client's office building. We drove all the way up to Delaware for a 5 pm meeting, only to be late due to traffic and to find out once we got here that my name hadn't been added to the visitors' list, and security is so tight in this place that there was no way they were going to let me in. So the others went to the meeting, and I'm waiting in the lobby.
It's been a messy month. Broke up with boyfriend. Got back together. Broke up again. I've decided that instead of eating entire chocolate cakes in one sitting and feeling sorry for myself, I'm going to do something productive. Like write a novel. In a month. With 60,000 other people. The Halloween spirits are helping me with a plot outline tonight.
I'm off to the land of NaNoWriMo (and, some might add, of my rocker), so I may not blog much in the next month. I've got 50,000 words to commit to a file in 30 days.
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