Writing, scribbling, drinking tea...

There are days when it's hardly possible to get a single word down, and there are days when my pencil just zooms across the paper on its own. I love those days, even though they make my hand ache and the teachers mad because I don't do my homework.

Today was such a day, and so was yesterday. Not a second of writer's block. Yesterday I grabbed my notebook and went up in the forest and scribbled until sunset - next time I'll stop earlier because climbing back down in the dark when the path is slippery with mud is a bit tricky. Fun though. Except mum freaking out completely when I came home ;) Today I thought I'd better stay at home and write. Seven hours straight, five whole pots of tea, 100 g of very dark chocolate, no ninjas, and one new walk-in I actually like (he acknowledges me as the Almighty Writer and knows that he should obey me. Muahahaha)

All in all, sixteen pages. Handwritten though, but I've started typing them now. It should get me to 220 k so I can buy that book about the Batavians.

Also, my NaNo-notebook is full. It's sad. I love that notebook. I love carrying it around with me everywhere and scribbling in it at odd moments while trying to keep all the loose notes from falling out. This new notebook I started in today just isn't the same.

I did leave half a page of the old one empty because I want to write the last paragraph in it. Not that that will be anytime soon, mind you.