Some time around 5:30 this morning, I hit 48,000 words, and kept going until a certain little someone came groggily stumbling down the hall, rubbing his eyes and saying, “I want to be with you.” Hard to say no to an adorable toddler. He was happy to sit next to me at the breakfast bar for a few minutes of editing, but then that was all she (he? I?) wrote.
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