It took me ages to get through a slump, but I made it yesterday. If there’s anything I’ve learnt as a novelist, though, it’s that I shouldn’t raise such high expectations of myself for rough drafts.
I had the project goal at 30,000 words, but as I near the end, I’ll cut it down to 10,000. And if I ever write another novel (which sounds far-off for now), I’ll do the same for that. Good gravy! The draft’s nearly done. For once I feel good about it.
Twelfth Meridian is the light of my life, and I’m excited to make the move to clean draft.
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