This week, I managed to post a couple of pictures and fewer than 50 words. Maybe I should take up Haiku or Twittering.
I have been revising, though. My WIP has been sliced and diced, folded, spindled and mutilated so many times, there is no telling what it will look like when I'm done. The only way to find out is to finish the darn thing. (A lot of restraint was required to type darn.)
Later this morning, my critique group meets. They are my best pals and I can't wait to see them. I'll come back energized and ready to mangle my WIP. We meet at a bookstore so I'll have the opportunity to Buy a Book and Save the World.
How to Write While the World’s Burning Down
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