I got a massage (insert Michelle Pfeiffer’s accent from Stardust: MEH-ssaje). A real one, at a spa. There were robes and weird jelly sandals and a large quantity of oils and ointments. It was quite pleasant. It wasn’t exactly my idea to go right now, but there was a sale and my mum proposed a girls’ spa day. And I had some gift cards saved up from prior Christmases and birthdays. But it turned into an all-day affair. I seem to have a lot of those right now. I’d like them to stop, please.
I’m still behind on my words, but I am starting to get into the swing of the episode. One problem is that the headlong pace of NaNo seems to promote long, rambling scenes, even when I know what I’m trying to do. So the words I’m getting don’t get me very far into the story. I keep telling myself that I will get the hang of this soon. With that in mind, it’s back to the salt mines for me.