And here I thought I was getting so much better at balancing writing with the rest of my life. Yeah. Apparently not. I've been working on the new book non-stop for... oh... fourteen days now, with no breaks, and very little sleep. The good news is, it's coming along...
Book Two
Yes, we have lift off.
The WIP is indeed Shitty, but at least I'm starting to figure out why (or should I say where) it's Shitty, so I can fix it. I plan for it to be Not So Shitty by the end of March. That's all I wanted to say. How YOU doin'?
I’m not panicking. Really.
On my desk sits: One printed 368-page manuscript. One 17-page detailed outline. One 2-page outline summary. One 2-page list of possible revisions. Oh, I was so wonderfully organized when I wrapped up the first draft a little over six weeks ago. So...
Slowly, slowly, slowly…
I can feel the wheels in the part of my brain that writes first drafts beginning to spin. It's been a tough start getting back into the new WIP. Last week didn't go as well as I'd hoped. So let's just say that this week needs to go a whole lot fucking...