"The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness." -Henry David Thoreau
The words are flying by at a surprising rate. My fingers hit the keys, a constant rhythm behind my thought process as the world I've created takes over my reality. Suddenly I'm not at home sitting at my desk anymore, but I'm wandering the rooftops of New York and the streets of Russia with a Prince.
And the best part about today: I received a care package from home! At most traditional camps, one would expect forbidden treats and candies and chocolates, but here at Camp NaNoWriMo, it is standard to receive a package of really cool looking mechanical pencils. Definitely the best part of my day.
The joy I feel from this writing escape is ridiculous. Whenever I think about it, I just want to giggle with joy!
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