Just a Catch-Up
My novel is still sitting around, being completed at the glacial pace of thought and finger. I took a walk today, and some stuff came up I think I’ll be putting in the story. That’s just how it is. I can type and type all I want, but it won’t be done until it’s done. A lesson I think I’ll be learning for the rest of my life.
I think I’ll really enjoy writing the second draft; in the same way a hunter enjoys eating the coney, and not so much skinning the animal and boiling it. Or whatever the fuck you do with rabbits.