Peace of mind is hard to come by.
Mar. 13th, 2005 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyyesterday
2,249 words in Chapter Twelve.
There would have been more except, ironically, I got stuck in the middle of my dénoument. I think I'll be able to thrash my way out of the problem scene today, and it is my profound and abiding hope that I can Finish. The. Damned. Draft.
Not that work on the novel will be done, by any stretch of the imagination. But at least I won't have to worry any longer about whether I'll have a complete draft by May 1st.
Excelsior.
2,249 words in Chapter Twelve.
There would have been more except, ironically, I got stuck in the middle of my dénoument. I think I'll be able to thrash my way out of the problem scene today, and it is my profound and abiding hope that I can Finish. The. Damned. Draft.
Not that work on the novel will be done, by any stretch of the imagination. But at least I won't have to worry any longer about whether I'll have a complete draft by May 1st.
Excelsior.
