Wednesday was lost due to my going to KGB to see Sarah Langan and John Crowley read from their new novels - I think that's a pretty good excuse for not writing. The best part of the evening was watching Nick Kaufmann's eyes bug out when Peter Straub revealed that he reads Nick's blog. I myself was sort of googly-eyed-fan-girlish, and didn't contribute much to the conversation, but if Mr. Straub noticed my idiocy, he was kind enough to ignore it.

Tomorrow will be nothing but writing, writing, writing. Lots of coffee (my bathroom trips will be about the only exercise I get) and lots of iTunes for background. Don't worry, I'm not going to post a word count update every hour. I will, however, post something at the end of the day. It's been a long time since I've devoted an entire day to writing, and even though parts of it will be torturous, I'm looking forward to it.

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