NaNoWriMo Update:
As of 11:59 p.m. on 11/04 I have 4,271 words.

Morale:
Even better. I'm still behind quota, but ahead of my count at this time last year. Keeping up with last year is proving to be a much more powerful motivator than some hypothetical quota. I forced myself to come up with a few more paragraphs tonight, just because I was so damn close to topping the previous count.

Excerpt of the Day:

Drew Smith lives at my address, and I pay for the voice mail account on the other end of her phone number, but beyond that we have little else in common.

I send her to UCLA for a bachelor’s in Economics, because the school has name recognition and a student body large enough to make admission more than plausible. Price Waterhouse Coopers hires her immediately after graduation, where she spends a couple of years in the audit division before moving into consulting.

As a final touch I give her an MBA, and it's like switching an F to a B on a report card.

I craft her resume carefully, with the loving attention one devotes to art created for its own sake. I re-read every line obsessively, knowing that if all goes as planned, I’m the only audience my masterwork will ever have.

I print it out on thick, creamy paper anyway.