The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

NaNoWriMo Report 10

Well, as of this moment, I am at 46, 060 words in 13 chapters of my novel.   The goal is at least 50,000 words.  I believe I can finish this book in three more chapters, Bob.

Anybody want to project a guess toward my final word-count?

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