I am going to hell.

I’m going to hell when I die, a special circle of hell for abominations against the Muses.

I wrote an undead donkey into my novel today.

I swear, it’s just like NaNoWriMo all over again, complete with great big “where the fuck did that come from?” moments. All I’m missing is the sleep deprivation.*

*Not really. I’m sleep deprived enough, short-changing my bedtime by at least a half hour so I can pill and feed the kitties.