Chanelling Persephone

I have a tiny glass pot of flowering jasmine and lavender white tea. Beside it, a serving poured in a clear cup with a trace of raw honey and six, bright pomegranate seeds faintly translucent in the candle-lit water.

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I have just officially surpassed last year's final wordcount for the '07 NaNo attempt. I feel giddy and anxious. I'm a little behind, but at this point, only a day or two. I should be able to catch up to 40 by tomorrow. I'm at very nearly 36 right now and won't likely go to bed until I hit 37. I've written 3k today. Things continue to fall into place unexpectedly; I'm learning every day about the struggle of these characters and the odds the world has presented. And the strange new order of things. This is one of the best feelings in the world.