The past two days have been hellish, for me and my family, as I struggle to finish The Day of Small Things aka Miss Birdie's book. John cooked dinner (pizza)Wednesday night and Justin made minestrone last night so that I could really concentrate on the closing chapters and the tricksy part of tying a bunch of different stuff together,
My room is a total disaster area as I haven't allowed myself to stop even to pick up paper that misses the recycling basket.
My room is a total disaster area as I haven't allowed myself to stop even to pick up paper that misses the recycling basket.
BUT
Between 9 am Thursday morning and 3:30 am Friday morning, I have written 6, 306 words. The book is 117,125 words long. I think I like it but what do I know -- it's four am and I may be delusional.
I am at the end. I have finished the book. I will spend a little time proofing those 6,306 words and on Monday morning will email it to my wonderful, long-suffering editor.
I am at the end. I have finished the book. I will spend a little time proofing those 6,306 words and on Monday morning will email it to my wonderful, long-suffering editor.
Then I will begin to clean the house.
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