Wet into wet

Water, water everywhere—from the car on the way to the pool.

NaNoWriMo report:
Halfway there on the calendar. Very slow start.
Months (years?) to go in the writing.
(The last book took a decade.)
And the author is way slowed down.

Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire?
Keep on truckin'. 

BEST WISHES AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING.