It’s official and validated, in all senses. Admittedly, my overall goal was fairly low, but the fact was able to crank out 1000 words every hour-long writing session showed me I can reach a competitive word count. I’m not sure if the real beast in November will be quite as gracious, but it’s smaller cousin treated me well.
Now, figuring out where Metaphysical Graffiti is going… that’s the hard part.
Biomechanoid Blues 