I have written 678 words so far today, on the origific bunny that bit me in St. Louis. For once, I actually have a beginning, a middle, and and end in mind for this thing. Those of you who know how I write know what an anomaly this is for me--usually I have a beginning and just ride along to wherever it takes me...generally with a bunch of pissing and moaning along the way.
It's a lot easier to make a writing journey when you know where it's going to end.
cya_ficathon? What ficathon?
Okay, YES, I'll work on that one too. But maybe not until I finish at least a draft of this one.