Update:
As of 11:59 p.m. on 11/13 I have 15,127 words.

Morale:
I have a good feeling about this weekend. This is the weekend I'm going to catch up. Really.

Tonight my excellent neighbors J & W fed me again, and then they went to hear Cracker while I stayed at their place, keeping Porter (the one in the middle) company and cranking out my pages. I worked about an hour longer than I would have at home, and they even brought me back a present that will come in especially handy if giant Philistines ever try to squash my tent.

Excerpt:

"I knew a man who worked there, a big, Stanley Kowalski motherfucker. Skin that smelled like Old Spice. Kisses that tasted like vodka and Marlboros. Got his vitamins by occasionally pouring tomato juice into his beer."

"I know that guy."

"Yeah, he gets around."