A little bird told me (and his name rhymes with Statt Murges) that Matt was going for a ten point day yesterday, so I had to go for a ten point day too. But I didn't make it.

Prose Writing: 0 Words.

Comics Writing: 10 Pages.

Notes: In fact it was all I could do to crawl bleeding and battered (but undaunted still) across the five point line. Too many distractions yesterday. Too many instances of, "I know I'm not supposed to call you too often during this writing thing of yours, but I had to share this with you..." and so on. Thank the tired old gods that they managed to keep Sturges away from the ten point goal too. Providence isn't just a silly old TV show. Five days to go. I've gone from despairing that there are too many days of this stunt still ahead of me, to worrying how I'm going to get everything done in the too few days left.

     I can't continue this into March, because that's the month I take off to move.