(Reginald says I can take the evening off. Possibly because he keeps seeing me delete everything I write over and over again.)

Word Count: 59638

Well, Nanowrimo is at an end. I am tired and even Reginald is letting me take a bit of a break since I am pretty well completely drained this year. Note to self, work is draining when you’re doing it full time and writing. Tomorrow I;kk try to do a recap of the whole month, but today, I am just happy to be done and congratulations to everyone else who participated, win or lose! It’s been a long month, but we made it through with more of a novel written than we had before and that’s pretty awesome.

Some days she hoped that it would have been destroyed by the person sitting next to it, out of some fit of rage for disobeying him.

(Reginald, no! No switching stories on me! We need to get this one done!)

Word Count: 59574

I am TIRED. I am having so much more trouble with this rewrite than I should, and I know it’s because I’m a little drained. Work is getting to me, I just finished a book already and I’m still going. And this one, which I should be able to handle it and rewrite easy, is not going well because I really do need more time to collect myself. Not that I’m giving it to me. Ever.

“You’re popular,” he muttered to her, leaning into the doorway with her and clearly enjoying the argument happening above them.

(Reginald found a nice perch at the last ditch write in.)

Word Count: 59187

I took a couple days off. I was exhausted and I really needed the break between books instead of jumping right into the next one. Apparently I’m not built to write like I did last year and hold down a full time job at the same time.

On the other hand, I spent most of the day at the last ditch write in and got a good start on the rewrite. I’m still a bit tired, but I’m going to take it slow. 1000 – 2000 words a day, think about things, all that good stuff. And I am going to need to come up with my re-plot too, just in case.

The pastel wasn’t a bad idea thematically, but she thought that it was a little much.

(Reginald stole my shoe. I needed that for work today.)

Word Count: 57720

And so the new story begins! I am dead tired and have a headache like mad, but dammit, I have to start on this. And I won’t be naming the story, only pulling random bits out of the story as a teaser. Feel free to try and guess, though.

“I wasn’t hiding,” David said finally. He looked anxious and his eyes met hers. “I woke up.”