Word count: 40,480
Today: a lot
To go: not a whole lot
This is what happens when I write--very appropriately--to Weird Al's The Night Santa Went Crazy.
I love my novel. This is worth every. bit. of awkward and time killing prose. Seriously. Excerpts to come. I CAN'T WRITE I'M TOO BUSY CRACKING UP TO THIS SONG AND HOW AMAZINGLY RIGHT ON IT IS.
This is what writing should be like. Giggly, amazing, cathartic, satiric, bliss.
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