We're Doomed

As previously mentioned, we're once again in the middle of National Novel Writing Month. Last year, I successfully wrote better than 50,000 words (the goal) of a novel in the month of November, even if I never actually finished the story. This year may be a different, uh, tale.

To say that I'm running behind is a pretty big understatement. I put up a couple of widgets up here to track my progress, and you can see that I'm doing my best impression of a Bush-style deficit. This is still doable, though, and I've finally got an idea that I feel I can run with (I had two false starts, but each was less than 1000 words). No major freak outs until the 24th, I promise.

Hooray for elections, Rock Springs, and economy size writer's block,

Regis