WORTH 50,000: DAY THIRTEEN - I don't even know where I am anymore.

Nano! It's still happening! Not that you can tell by my productivity and activity on the boards, both of which have been nil for close to a week. Hell frustration my old friend. I'm currently set to be behind by 9,431 words tonight if I don't write anything, which I may very well not. But even on no writing days I've been guilting myself into write at least once sentence so I have something to show. Last night's was: She tread back down the complaining stares and returned to the night from whence she’d come. Oh yeah, I went there.

Today's picture is measuring time in the Andes. What would you do differently story-wise if you had more time?