A big happy birthday to my gorgeous niece Zara, whose 6th birthday party I attended with the kids yesterday, where we replaced our bodily fluids with cool drink, battered our internal organs into submission with sugar, and generally ran around like nutbars having three-legged races, pin-the-horn-on-the-unicorn games, and more cool drink.
A fun time was had by all attending Triffbatts. Hope your day was a great one, Z!
Oh, my baking yak.
5561 words today, bring The Corpse-Rat King to just under 50 000 in total, and my Nanowrimo total to a squeak under 35 000. Tomorrow I’ll pass both milestones, but right now I need to get off this office chair before my back gives out totally and I start whimpering like a Nigerian Spam Puppy.*
Whilst I’m not at liberty to discuss details of the plot, or what is yet to come (mainly because I don’t know what’s yet to come), I can tell you that so far I’ve set a village on fire whilst drunk, started a war between two bridges on the same river, sunk a horse-captained warship off the coast of the Dog Crap Archipelago, and had a dead guy receive a handjob from a nine hundred year old island witch.
All in a month’s work.
* Before the hate mail starts, I mean the puppy whimpers, not the non-potential-owner….