NaNoWriMo is going well so far. It’s day 2, and I have 4,102 words. I have been able to write about 2,000 words in just over an hour. I am rather surprised because last year I couldn’t write like that. I kept getting stuck. I quit at around 4.700 words because at that point I wanted to kill my characters. I don’t know exactly where this story is going yet. I am getting to where the characters drive the story rather than me.

Ok guys… I need some help decoding guy-speak. I’m quoting here from someone I know. I would like to hear what you think he means–in detail. I have my own ideas, but I feel like I have wandered into a foreign country without knowing the language.

She’s smart. Wicked smart. And sometimes just wicked. We have knock-down, drag-out battles of wits and bravado. We are consistently turned on in each other’s presence. She walks with the grace of a dancer, and dances with the grace of … well let’s just say that it would make a weaker man nervous.

Her sultry sass is a match for my mischievous mayhem.

At a high class dinner party, she’ll play the coy little girl, Miss Prim and Proper; all the while planning the precise moment to use a single word that would make a sailor blush; then she’ll continue the conversation so smoothly that everyone’s wondering if they misheard her. Simply put, she fills an evening gown with the attitude of Tank Girl.

Well???