Words, words, words

I was a little (read: a lot) slack in my quest to write 50,000 words by the end of the month in the days leading up to the end of the day job. My little word count thing on Nanowrimo was looking sad and malnourished, but I'm fighting back with a vengeance and obsessively overfeeding my word count with words, words, words. They don't have to be good words (and trust me, they are not) but they are words, one after the other. I am going to win this thing if it kills me. And then when I do … well, I guess I'll write more words and try and make them a little better, and then …. Repeat, repeat, repeat.