I have entered day two of Camp NaNoWriMo and completed 5,823 words in two days. My hands hurt. My inner editor has been dosed up with tons of Valium to keep her from shutting down this crazy wordapalooza. And I think a story might just be starting to form. When a butterfly starts to emerge from its cocoon it is just a bug head. All googly eyes and twitchy feet. It’s not until the wings appear that we finally see it as something beautiful. And that is your fortune cookie wisdom for the day.