Last night I taught and when I got home at 11 I had no braincells, so Day 1 was a wash.  I see panic in my peripheral vision–well, and that’s kind of silly, given that I’ve set this goal myself, but nonetheless, that shadow’s creeping me out.

I’m a NaNoRebel, which makes me think of Mork and flying eggs. (NaNoRebels are those writers doing the NaNo challenge who aren’t following the rules. ) Of course I’m in this group.  But the alternative is not to join, and that is unacceptable.

Tonight I write.

Tomorrow I’ll sleep.