I’ve been off my game for a month. Three weekends of company, including the bedroom painting project, plus a business trip that involved a sprained knee and a midnight flight and I need to re-read my story before forging ahead.
I’ve taken on a couple of personal projects, so I may not get new words down until December. This differs from all the writers out there suffering through NaNoWriMo.
I’ve seen some of you diligently reporting your word count. Others are posting why they’re quitting. I know one writer who is finished already.
Writing is my escape from everyday life. My job is stressful enough without adding pressure to my leisure time. I respect the Nano Army, I really do. It’s just not for me.
I have some plot issues I’m struggling with, but there’s a whole sequence to write before then. I may get to it this weekend, I may not. Have faith, I’ll finish it, I always do.
In the meantime, can I interest you in a Greco Roman fantasy with satyrs, centaurs, dwarves, and lots of blood?
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