About 15k behind to make deadline for NaNoWriMo as of today, but that's also without having worked on anything today. I'm still harboring hope of finishing, even factoring in the enormous mess of other things on my plate (including an art/jewelry commission partnership with a great girl from IG, Thanksgiving, packing to move, and enjoying copious amounts of hot cocoa and movies with my Christopher). Probably this means I should be working on it now, in fact, instead of babbling away here, but oh well. Consider it a union break.
The big debate of the day: bangs? No bangs? The itch has struck again. It's very likely I'll take the scissors to myself after I redye my roots this week. (I do enjoy this hair, but good gracious is it a lot of maintenance.)
