When I approached the counter of the Starbucks I’m currently writing this from, the barista, Michelle, greeted me by name. This Starbucks is across the city from where I live, so this was slightly concerning. However, it’s five minutes from Heritage Park where I’ve been going to rehearsal five times a week for the last two months.
After I plotted two books beginning to end, I thought I’d write them a lot faster. Instead, I seem to be writing at the same pace as I’ve always written, and due to my limited time, my word count has grown at an even slower pace than it did when I wrote the first draft with no plan at all.
I was supposed to be editing after I got home from some meetings last night, but instead I looked up a few articles about plotting—and, more specifically, about plotting an ending—and then the end of SC (my big bad book) popped into my head.
I’ve spent the last few days posting on my Bookstagram and plotting out my novel, SC. If I’m going to start over again, I’ll make sure it’s the last time I do so, at least to this extent.
January is dangerous. It can make you think about what you’ve done and what you’re going to do, and whether it is enough.
James likes Willow. Willow likes James. There’s nothing standing in their way…right?
Things have been happening and I’ve been absent. So much for writing my “two posts a week”. Sorry.
BUT I have news. Things are happening.