ME: (Strikes muscle pose): Sixty thousand words!
LYN: How many Nano?
ME: Forty five thousand, eight hundred.
LYN: You're ahead of me again. It's so hard to go back and write filler. You're going to win.
ME: Well, you're winning the race that actually matters.
LYN: What do you mean?
ME: One novel beats one bit of a novel.
LYN: Well, yeah...
PS: Apocalypso in my pants. Sob....