Spent the weekend feeling like mccardey's fugue-y old lady who has taken to drink and then realised I have flu. Lay in bed and mapped out a draft of scenes and notes on characters.
Wrote 300 words and changed two previous sentences. I can't get the rhythm but when I feel better it might come back to me. This time I have only one POV and that will make things simpler (not easier).
Like speirbhean, I need my mystery to be more mysterious.
Wrote 300 words and changed two previous sentences. I can't get the rhythm but when I feel better it might come back to me. This time I have only one POV and that will make things simpler (not easier).
Like speirbhean, I need my mystery to be more mysterious.
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