Thought I might end up checking in with an alibi sentence but ended up expanding a scene that I only had a beginning for. 620 words.
I'm still full of wonder that I'm actually writing again. If you'd told me in January 2019 that I'd be working on the novel in some way or another for five months of the year I would have either rolled my eyes in cynical disbelief or sobbed in relief. Setting a goal seems like tempting fate still, but I'm hoping that the snowball really gets rolling down the mountain and I end up with not only a truly finished draft with but a saleable version by the end of the year
no subject
Thought I might end up checking in with an alibi sentence but ended up expanding a scene that I only had a beginning for. 620 words.
I'm still full of wonder that I'm actually writing again. If you'd told me in January 2019 that I'd be working on the novel in some way or another for five months of the year I would have either rolled my eyes in cynical disbelief or sobbed in relief. Setting a goal seems like tempting fate still, but I'm hoping that the snowball really gets rolling down the mountain and I end up with not only a truly finished draft with but a saleable version by the end of the year