This post is directed to my audience of Susan:
Yesterday (at work shh) I wrote five and 1/3 pages of story on recycled paper, stapled the corner of the pile, folded this package in half and then in thirds and put it all into a small envelope. The envelope was addressed to myself. The return address was “Lindsie Nicholas, Happy Land, Tra-La!”. I then stamped it “Air Mail” and threw it (through the air) into my bag. This morning I recieved it, opened up, and tryped up the words for my Nano. HOORAY!
But sadly, this weekend, my average words per day has gone up to about 1900. Shoot.
(That last part wasn’t necessarily just for Susan.)