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The Race is On!!!!!!

Okay, so NaNoWriMo has officially started for me and in 2 semi-short writing sessions I have cranked out 4017 words....1679 of them by 1am. So I hit my first day's quota within the first hour of starting and am now on my way to fufilling my third day's quota and it's not even 6pm yet! Good Day!!! Huzzah!!

The 2 sets I've done aren't terrible, but they aren't shiny gold either. But, I'm being good and following the No-Edit rule, I've only fixed a handful of spelling and grammar mistakes, but I've not done any stringent editing.
I only hope this momentum holds through the rest of the month. Or at least until I hit the 50,000 word mark...after that the sky's the limit!!!

Okay, off for another round of brillance ;)

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