Rolling off a log

NaNoWriMo Progress.

Rolling off a log, falling down a well. Whatever. Whatever the happy thing is, it's happening to me now. Woo!! I only wrote 1,768 tonight, juuuust a touch over my daily minimum, but not my daily goal, but as far as "stuff" that happened, it was glorious. Things just fit together. I fit in an apocryphal story about an old lady whose corpse is found partially eaten by her starving cats, as well as an S-M-R-T reference, and somehow managed to advance the plot in a very "check" then "check mate" sort of way -- aah! The joy! In short, I am very pleased and had the sort of giddy silly time I remember having last year.

Yay!!! I hope you guys all have this giddy silly time at some point. I am sure that at least one of other of you have had this feeling during this month, from what I can garner from the comments.