day three was work. the last one hundred words were a chore to say the least. but admittedly, in that last sprint, an idea hit me for another one of my stories i am working on this nanowrimo. it is funny the brain: one thought can trigger another better for an entirely different project. unknowingly i am guided in the dark with a mental string connecting all my thoughts and all my projects together. thankful and i will keep counting my blessings.
on pace. still confident. and today, tired.