Apart from getting Moses baskets ready for the midwife tomorrow, work on Friday, going to Cardiff for the rugby on Saturday, Husband's birthday plus Younger Son and Nuora's big fund-raising cookery demonstration on Sunday, Christmas planning and a few other things I must get done, I don't have anything to do ...
And of course 50,000 words doth not a novel make. My heroine is currently in big trouble and I have yet to work out how she's going to wriggle out of it. But at least I can take my time now - and maybe, as I did last year, put it off until Spring.
So I'll be out and about blog visiting soon. But first of all I shall a deep breath and ... I was going to say eat chocolate but I don't have any. phooey. Bad planning, Mrs Hinds.
7 comments:
So pleased you achieved that! You must feel relieved! Annie X
Oh I am! It's far too busy a month to write a novel!!
What a feat! I actually wrote an essay yesterday that I feel quite good about. It's called "Revealing Theme Through Characters in The Great Gatsby."
Wow! That sounds impressive, Leslie!
I have possibly written 50,000 words in the last couple of years. Most of them disjointed.
Congratulations! That is quite an achievement, Liz! I think you had better put shopping for chocolate at the top of your to-do list for this weekend.
But worth reading, Katney.
Already done, Rose!
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