We interrupt this Valentine's Day broadcast.

Yeah, that's right. I went there.  A shamrock. On V-Day.  

"But why?" you ask.

Because! St. Patrick's Day (March 17, for those who live under rocks) my goal date for a completed first draft of Project X. I predict a length of 65,000-70,000 words, and as of today, I'm at 15,500, which means I have to write 2,187 words a day to get to the goal. Which is a lot, but I do have a hiatus coming up, so instead of grabbing an hour in the morning before work and a half hour at the end of the day, I'll have the whole day to write. Not that I will spend the whole day writing. Because the second a hiatus hits, the sewing machine begins its siren song from downstairs.

"Come plaaaaaaay with me, Katie!" it purrs. "Come sew some skiiiiiiiiiirts!"

So anyway, it might be an uphill battle, but I'm going to try.

So far, so good. I think. I mean, it might be dreck, but it's getting on the page.

Happy Valentine's Day! This would be a great day to haul out those "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" shirts if you're single.