Last February, I got an idea. I was busy with something else at the time, so I wanted until May to start writing it. I didn't work on it every day. But most days. Enough to keep a good rhythm and momentum, even on nights when I felt I was just typing instead of writing.
Tonight, I hit the end of the first draft.
I think I'll celebrate with a pomelo. And tomorrow, I start editing the longest story I've yet written. I've only got one thing to say about that: bring it.
Tonight, I hit the end of the first draft.
I think I'll celebrate with a pomelo. And tomorrow, I start editing the longest story I've yet written. I've only got one thing to say about that: bring it.