Seriously, I feel like the postman. Neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow, nor hail, nor the fact that your body is trying to expel all of your internal organs through your mouth will keep me away from my appointed duty.
I am soooo looking forward to NOT WRITING next month. Although, I do have this BDSM story that's been pushing it's way forward. Who knows where that might lead?
Anyhoo, my word count?
42,617!
Boo-YA!
1 comment:
BDSM? You go!
You're nearing the end. You can do it!!
Sorry you're still sick. Still thinking about taking Afrin you know where? LOL
H.
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