I’m going to win this time. Oh yeah. And I’m going to finish. This time.
Them there are fightin’ words.
(Feeling strong now…)(I’m gonna make it up those steps…)(It’s the eye of the tiger…)
My husband stopped by my desk to ask why I was punching air. I proudly forecasted my intent to win Nanowrimo. “Win what?” Were those dollar signs in his eyes?
“You win NaNoWriMo by writing 50,000 words of your novel between November 1 and November 30.”
He sort of chuckled in a loving sort of way as he left the room where I purportly write fiction.
Muse: (sighs)
Me: Are you in? I can’t do this without you.
Muse: I know. Let’s do this.
Goose the Muse 