Desk. I meant desk. We’re doing another WriMo on NaNoPubYe (Writing Month on National Novel Publishing Year), and I want to be ready for action. I’m going to finish Keen finally! 30k will do it, I figure. I can write 30k in a month, no problem.
Except–pout–Bly says I have to finish editing Taro first. She said I promised. And I did.
*sigh*
But the good news is, my desk is clear.
Today I spent twenty minutes of my work day being berated by a parent for my “personal crusade” to get a birth certificate for a new student.
I must get published. Because, damn it, I don’t want to start throwing things. I’m a professional.