Notes, Notings, and Common Refrains

OpenOffice's word-counter says I have 50,129 words. NaNoWriMo's word-counter says I have 50,025 words. I actually have four more pages (give or take) of handwritten story in a spiral, college-ruled notebook that (more or less) takes the story to the sort of end. Probably another 450 words, there, I guess, maybe more.

But I'm tired from traveling (yes, even though you're not doing anything but sitting passively in a moving car for 10 hours, it's tiring), and I'm bored with trying to decipher and transcribe my messy handwriting. And 50,025 is good enough. So I'm just going to stop where I am, and not look back.

I did my bit to earn an extra dollar for NaNoWriMo's Young Writers' Program.

I'm going to eat some chocolate chips, and make myself some cocoa with real sugar, and maybe veg in front of the tv for a while.

(I'll tell you about the Art Garden, tomorrow. Public, non-f'locked version for now: It was dandy. I cracked up reading my own piece; mother would have been mortified, but members of the audience told me they love it when I do that. I guess I'm the AG's version of Harvey Korman...)