Perhaps I should be wearing my reading glasses. The object at Indie's feet looks like a brown paper lunch back as opposed to a golden idol. I must be something mighty tasty for him to be protecting it with a whip and revolver.
My posting and commenting at the blogs of others has declined since NaNo started. My work is absorbing my day time. My spare time seems to go towards tapping out a few words here and there. I don't like that kind of writing: where I'm just typing out all of the wordy, repetitive shite that pops randomly into my head. I am constantly wanting to go back and correct what I have written, knowing full well that it all helps towards the final word count...even those sentences seem long and convoluted. Crap! I can't get it out of my system.
this present moment now, my word count is 16550. The half way mark is end of day Sunday, so I'll need some divine inspiration to spew out 8500 words this weekend. My thanks, especially, go out to Cate and Aaron for their daily inspirational posts to the muddy NaNo-ites hidden deep in the trenches.