Only 6 more days until the official kickoff. I'm in a pretty good place, although I know I should create my emergency idea list and write down more details for the area around the mysterious crater.
My dog hasn't changed much in the months since NaNoWriMo 2014. I sat down to take a practice run at the opening scene a few nights ago and she was staring a hole in me after twenty minutes. Something about me typing on my laptop six feet from where I normally do must have tipped her off that something out of the ordinary was happening.
In non-writing news, I'm enjoying the shit out of The Fold and hope to spend tomorrow plowing through the remainder of it while I'm not napping or vegetating on the couch.