Do you feel it, my fellow NaNos? The heart beating slightly faster, that tremble in the fingers?

We’re in the last fifteen minutes before November First. My husband has just prepared a new sketchbook, and has sharpened pencils with his knife. I’ve cleared off the end of my desk and plugged in my laptop. There’s a pot of Lady Grey brewing.

Word count must be posted before we sleep. This is a lousy time for a headache to attack my right temple.