As I have stated
before, 2018 my writing struggled. My
hope was that this year I would be cruising with the words. Nope.
I wanted to be
done with the first 2/3rds of the novel by the end of last week. With Madelle doing better, this week I planned
to do a writing challenge. I was
supposed to have chapter 17 finished and the last 3rd of the novel
plotted. Again, nope.
Last week, I
hoped for 5,000 words. I missed it by 2,300. Lame. If
I had done those words, I would be done with the chapter. Instead, today I will work on the last two
scenes. I hope to brainstorm as
well. Do you see the pattern? Hope, nope, hope, nope. Gurr.
Writing can be a
frustrating companion. I always think
about it. I make plans, and they fall to
pieces. Luckily, I am stubborn and persistent. I so wanted this book done last year. Now, I want it sent to my nonexistent editor
by May. Will this happen? I hope.
If this ends in a nope, I will just keep plugging away.
My goal for the
week? I hope for 10,000 words. With a trip to Billings, I will be happy with
5,000 words. Oh, just keep writing.
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