It’s now officially a rout. If this were a football game, it would be Reality 143, NaNoWriMo 17 going into the fourth quarter with no time outs left.
While I feel bad about this, it’s comforting to know that it’s happening in large part due to a bunch of really good things taking priority. Today I was at the CAF hanger all day (monthly staff meeting) and tonight we’re going to see Amanda Palmer in concert.
While I normally put in a lot of internal links to previous, related posts here, I won’t be doing that for what I hope will be this year’s thirty NaNoWriMo posts. If you have jumped into or stumbled onto this story in mid-adventure, there are plenty of other ways to navigate around the site to find previous installments. Actually doing so is left as an exercise to the student.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 