I was asleep in the local library, and Neil Gaiman, Mum, and Felicia Day were there, trying to figure out ways to wake me up. Mum and Neil Gaiman were talking about a column I wrote in a wizarding newsletter called "How to be like Hermione". (There was also a column called "How to be like Harry".) Finally Felicia went in the room where I was sleep and crouched over me, whispering, "Wake up, wake up."
I'll take that.
In other news, I've written a thousand words today. They even went by relatively quickly, or so they felt. I smell food now, so I should stop before getting interrupted in the middle of a scene. Still, that leaves only 2000 words for after dinner and showering.
