Stupid holidays.

A couple of months ago I set a goal: 5000 words a week until the first draft of Picking Up the Ghost was done.
In eight weeks I only made the goal once, last week when there was nothing else to do. And it still took me until Saturday.
But even if I’m not meeting the goal I’m still making more progress than I have since Comic Con. Part two is at 21,000 words and even if I don’t have the whole first draft done by March at the very least it’ll be done by the Summer.

Reading a novel is a lot easier than writing one. And buying one and not reading it is even easier still.

Edit: FUCK!

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