Camp NaNoWriMo finishes in four days, and I’m 8,665 words short of my self-imposed 65,000 word goal. Of course, the small matter of being away cheering on the hockey and rugby players may be partly to blame. Still, I have a plush Clyde and you don’t. Swings and roundabouts.
I’ll leave you with this sign from the Kelvingrove Museum and Gallery, unsurprisingly in a room filled with pointy weaponry and armour with turnips carved on it (really). This kind of sums up how things are going in the work-in-progress.