“Are you kidding me? You were supposed to post this morning.”
My Muse leans back in my chair. “You said I was supposed to write the post, love. I’m writing it.”
“This morning. I always post in the morning.”
“Do you want me to finish it or not?”
Grumble. “Yes, finish it.”
He raises a brow. “I was helping you, if you recall. You’re almost to the finish line.” He points to one fo the recliners in the alcove. “Now, go finish. You’ve got what, less than 4k words to go. If you get your ass moving, you can finish tomorrow.”
“You know this is going to be a really short post, right, love?”
“Just do whatever. I’m writing my last four thousand words, remember?”
My writer settles into a recliner and gets her laptop going. She’s been really good the past week. Finished both novellas she was working on. With my help, of course. And it helped that she didn’t have to go anywhere for Thanksgiving.
Speaking of, Happy belated Thanksgiving to everyone! I’m sure my writer meant to post that day, but as I recall, she was on a roll (courtesy of moi).
Three days to go for NaNo. Good luck in the home stretch!