Xia is still going well enough. As long as we're all pretending that writing is something that ever goes well enough. It's very hard work, and today I did hard work cleaning up crap. So, although I am down about 150 words to 72.6 something, I am able to see a silver lining to being in the red, word-count wise. Namely, that I have reduced the craposity and increased the goodosity. Aren't we lucky I'm a wordsmith? Oblige me and do not answer that question.

But I'm starting to freak about not being further along. More words. I need more words.

With that, I'm off to bed. Because more words requires enough sleep which I did not get last night.

Labels: panic, writing freaking writing, Xia