I have dipped to Connecticut for some word banging this weekend. After a week with no coffee, my natural energy levels are balancing out and I lost the shakes a few days ago.
Novel is coming along nicely still. Piecing paragraphs and putting sentences together. My healthy diet booted my cold fairly quickly and I’m starting to feel the benefits brought on by my annual detox.
Perhaps this year we’ll extend beyond January…
Peanut experienced her first proper snow up here in the hills, the sort that nearly reaches your knees.
I haven’t posted much new writing lately because everything I’m working on relates to Novel. I don’t want to post chapters of what I’ll be pitching to publishers down the line.
It’s fascinating to go back through my thousand and some-odd posts to read about when I started “mission get published” to now. I have ranted and raved about how I don’t care about getting published, I just want to write. And somehow I’ve happily managed it. It’s nice to know that when I finish Novel number one, regardless of if it gets picked up… I still get to wake up every morning, go to work and WRITE.
I’ve finally reached the point where I’m not chasing anything. I have more than I could ever ask for. It’s startling almost. In the mix of book stuff, job stuff etc… I’m devising a way to give something back.
Most of all, I’m being easy on myself. I haven’t done that for awhile.
So far I am in love with 2013.