i am falling way, way behind with the daily novel writing, but i haven't given up yet. i imagined i would write every day at holly's house, but in reality when we got there each day i was so tired from strolling around college campuses and driving all over the states of new york and connecticut that i felt like i'd been doing manual labor for hours and i needed to just sit there, pretty much, and be fed by my best friend. there was one productive day, when i wrote about 1,000 words, but otherwise it was all i could do to keep up with my daily blog post.
in other news, here is a photograph for your entertainment of a highly offensive sign that bean and i saw in vernon, connecticut:
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