My keyboard and desk officially attacked my elbow. I kid you not.
I was bouncing (I call it dancing) on the exercise ball I sometimes use as a desk chair when my writing music gripped me in its moment of fluidity.
In what I like to think of as an attempt to execute a beautiful and graceful backward swan dive, the writer-dancer fell off her bouncy ball, bringing the keyboard desk tray with her, which promptly smashed her elbow and left her on the ground wincing in pain and cold, stark reality.
The crash was so loud it even brought my boyfriend running up the stairs from the middle of Call of Duty: Black Ops to see if I had died.
The dog came too, but he didn't do much other than sit on me.
In Word Count News! I accomplished my modified goal yesterday - YAY!
But the story is not yet done.
Plus, I revised the first half in October (written for NaNo 2008) and ended up with only 25k, so I still have 5,000 more to make the whole 50.
THUS! New goal: 25,000
And off we go to write to the soundtrack of gunfire and geeks. (Jifo's playing COD with his co-workers online again.)