Dead Air

I shouldn’t have posted that bit about the douche bag gas-station owner. I meant to maintain complete radio silence for the rest of the month. You know, to keep an air of mystery. It should come as little or no surprise that I can’t even shut my pie hole without screwing it up.

To catch you up: I’ve pretty much given up on NaNoWriMo. Last week, I copied and pasted my way to 19,000, but the magic was gone.