Well the good news is I’m writing like a maniac. The bad news is that it’s not on Sig’s story. For whatever reason, he’s still a 250-300 word speed. It’s slow and painful but I keep slowly chipping away. I was hoping to finish the first draft by the end of the year, but we’ll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, a story I started on Friday (and barely touched all weekend because we were driving for an early Christmas with my mom) is already 10K. It’s first person, contemporary, and not very politically correct. I’m not sure how long it’ll be yet but I’m shooting for novella length.
I know I’m naughty working on something else, but I’ve got to get some more completed stories in my pipeline. And hey, It’s a pleasure when a story flows like this. Though I’ve gotta admit my wrists are KILLING me.
And no, I’m not done with Christmas shopping either. Sigh.
“Naughty” in this instance would be not writing the story which wants to be written out of a misplaced sense of guilt. Since you don’t have a hard deadline for the other, that is.
“Naughty” would also be not taking care of yourself. So be kind to your wrists…