The easy part is over. The first twelve hours, you get by mostly on enthusiasm and a not-yet-depleted basket of ideas.

Now comes evening, nightfall, oh-dark-hundred, and the wee hours. Now comes flagging energy and faltering spirit. Now comes random calisthenics to force the body awake again. Now comes desperate casting about for inspiration.

Don’t worry, folks. I’ve done this before. I’ll do it again. (Nevermind how much that sounds like what I said the second and third times I did NaNoWriMo. Ahem.)

But hey! Look who got on the news page at Blogathon! Way to go!