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Monday, November 30, 2009



I am now a novellist. I am proud of myself. This does not happen to me very often.

P.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009



As the last week looms and my word count grows I find myself scared that I won't be able to fit my gripping conclusion into the 50,000 word count. What I mean by that is I fully expect to be frantically typing or writing close to the deadline and the fact that I can go over the word count will not be the issue, the fact that I won't REACH the wordcount AND not finish the story is the problem.

I have however really enjoyed this experience. My pathetic efforts last year were mere jogs to the bus stop compared to the marathon I have run this year. Sure, there has been stress about falling behind the word count and having to miss events due to having to get home to write but those are all part of the fun.

I guess the next step is gaining the courage to write the second draft in December and onward and then the terrifying step of handing the manuscript to someone else (I think S. will get first dibs, then Ruth as I promised I would show her some of my writing someday).

Speaking of S. (and posts becoming more rambling), she is now back in the UK. Still recovering but generally well and her usual happy self. It makes me smile and lifts my heart as if it were attached to a brightly coloured helium balloon. Maybe I should save such creative descriptions for my novel...

Until next time.

Peat.