“Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, give up.
Never give up.
Never give up.
Never give up.”
This was my hardest year yet. I spent a month in advance thinking and preparing and yet after just a few days I hated pretty much everything about my novel. There are entire pages written with a strikethrough because I know already I would edit them out but no way was I giving up any word count. And I seriously hit my stride about five days ago. But whatever. I DID IT. And I am ridiculously proud of myself. What can I say? Sometimes a girl needs to be reminded that she can accomplish something, even if it’s something like writing 50 thousand words, most of which are pure gibberish. Hopefully, it’s not so much the wordcount as it is the creation of a new habit. (Don’t remind me I’ve “started” this habit twice before! This year is different! LOL.)
And now the Christmas Season can officially begin! (At my house. I realize it began at least a few days ago for the rest of you. Work with me here.) Walking to my CD player to pop in the Mariah Carey CD …
