1,204 words.
All right, he's not actually a dickweed. My main character, a twelve-year-old girl, just sees him that way. He is pretty irresponsible, though.
Just how do you write a novel, anyway? This blog is a record of my journey to find out the hard way.
Friday, February 8, 2019
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There's a beautiful thunderstorm going on right now. Normally I listen to music while I write, but today I just listened to the rain. Si...
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1,877 words. And I might be done tomorrow . Or Friday. But I'm so close I can taste it. Endings always kick my butt, so it's po...
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You rock. Impressive.
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