47,452 words, 2 days to go

We're getting close now. And plot is happening! Probably TOO MUCH PLOT! But whatever. Today I was a writing fiend. I literally holed up in my room for like, 9 hours and wrote, with minimal breaks. The nice thing about being sick is that you don't even want to eat so I didn't even really have to stop for snackity-snacks (unless you count lime popsicles, which I consumed in a big way.)

I'm really excited for this to be over, but suddenly afraid of the big gaping hole that will be left in my life when my noveling efforts are over. Any suggestions on what I should replace noveling with? Bead-making, perhaps?


BEES??