You see the picture? That's what writing 50,051 words in a month has done to me. I'm a blue squirrel wearing a viking helmet! ;_;
I can't believe I did it. But I'm not so swimming in disbelief that I can't think of some improvements for next year, specifically, wine. A glass of wine while writing would be a Good Thing. For some reason I only had that flash of inspiration today and I didn't get any (wine, that is, though I didn't get much of anything except writing done tonight and Corner Gas was a rerun, too!) because the idiot running the country down south is here for a visit and dontcha know, stuff in my part of town was all either closed or detoured tonight so the SAQ was NOT OPEN!
Bloh.
When the madness is over, I'm getting myself champagne to make me some royal kirs.
Bottoms up!