I got thrown a little off-track by the sheer loudness at the Willow House, but got back into stride after a while. Next time, I'm so totally going and taking over in one or more of the non-smoking rooms, because I came out smelling hideous, with most of my nose-receptors dead. I'm also bringing incense, if we're sitting in the smoking section again.
There was much fun plotting evilly with freshstartwrite. easalle and azwriter (not sure which of them first) came up with the idea of a National Novel Writing Month reality show. Take however many demographically and literarily diverse writers, give them all brand-new laptops and all as an incentive, install them all in the NaNo House, and let the cameras roll and the word count climb. Bwahaha.
We got to the writing group early (I was late for being early, because of unforseen delays having to do with high pulse at the plasma place) and wrote; we went off to the Willow House early. Despite being online, I managed to get a lot more done bookwise than I thought I would; I'm still short of where I wanted to be. Having people to bounce things off of is excellent, very incredibly excellent.
I think I'm going to be at the Willow House more often, just because it rocks. Whee!
I stayed late, and went home just about when midnight was starting to crack.
I still have bits of Friday, and Saturday, and Sunday, to crank it up to 50,000. It's looking slightly more feasible now. Cool.