On the one hand, my amazingly sweet and thoughtful husband bought me a NaNoWriMo shirt to help me get through the middle-of-the-month slump.

On the other hand... I just got so mad at the sheer dumbness of the tack of my current storyline that I wrote "WHAT IS YOUR POINT???" and slammed the notebook shut (having to write by hand, was in choir). And, I'm having bad finger cramps, despite goign easy on the typing the last 24 hours. My knuckles are getting all arthritic or something. Makes it very unpleasant to type.

This whole "work all day" while trying to write staggering works of literary genius (see immediately previous post) is for the birds.