Can I just say that I hate you?

The face of pure hatred.

All of the lovely writer blogs that I follow, posting up your daily/weekly/hourly/minutely word count – making my draw drop.

It looks like this!

“Oh, I just wrote 10,000 words this afternoon — still plenty of time to go work at the homeless shelter before dinner!”

“Hmm, stuck in the elevator — better crank out three chapters…..”

“3 minutes for the popcorn? Great! I can do that 30,000 word backstory for my second protagonist.”

Consider me very jealous – and full to the brim with green-colored Envy Bile.