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Holy crap monkies. Four days to go. 10,000 words left to write. Gulp.

I’m starting the climactic scene of the story. The villain is in the building. The world is ending (sort of). The sky is falling (about to). I know roughly what needs to happen, but I have no idea how I’m going to pull the scene off without it being as exciting as dishwater.

4,800 people have already “won” National Novel Writing Month. I am not yet one of them.

And Chris Baty caught up. He is now now at 40,000 words, like I am.

My writing friends, whom I all love dearly, all bailed on me this year. Not a single one of them decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. No one in any of the writing groups I go to has signed up this year, except for me.

What do they know that I don’t? Perhaps sanity.

Four days. 10,000 words. Deadline: midnight Sunday, the last minutes of the month. Insanity, thy name is Rose Archer, novelist.