Well, that didn’t last long. Just a mere three weeks ago, I was basking in the glow of having finished a draft of OTHER THING. I had nothing but time on my hands, which I happily spent trying not to send myself to Happy Acres Sanitarium by fretting over whether those 48,000-ish words were ickier … Continue reading Again with the whining and the excuses (or, Starting a new novel, revisited)
Again with the whining and the excuses (or, Starting a new novel, revisited)
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