I received my first ever official rejection today.
I feel pretty good about that. Great even.
I know. It’s weird, but it makes sense really.
I received my first ever official rejection today.
I feel pretty good about that. Great even.
I know. It’s weird, but it makes sense really.
I finished the first draft of my latest novel yesterday. One hundred and two thousand words (it had reached 106K at some point on the weekend but I trashed a scene that really didn’t work for me at all).
Now I can write whatever I want!
I hate that.
This is a dangerous time.
Well I’m 6K into my Camp NaNoWriMo WIP and despite my lack of a complete outline, the writing is going very well.
Today is where the challenge begins. It’s really really easy for me to write 2000 words a day when I am at home, even on a busy day.
Today I am at work.
Update: I managed to hit 1K over lunch! Success!
This week I have worked. I can be honest, however, and say that I could easily have worked harder and accomplished more. I have a short story to try and write, a prompt to work on and my attempted serial is just getting to the good parts. Sadly none of these will write themselves.
I’ve also got a plan and a good start to finally rewriting the manuscript that’s been haunting me for the last couple of years…but I’ve not touched it.
Why?
I’m a really really bad procrastinator. I put things off. I’ll do it later. In fact, I was going to post this on Monday but…