During my annual DC2K Writers Group dinner with Ann Crispin at Dragon*Con, I whined and ranted about how close I was to finishing The Stupid Novel. The main scenes are in place, but I’m missing bridging scenes—essentially the bricks are all there, but there’s mortar missing. ‘Course without mortar, you don’t have a wall; you have a pile of bricks stacked in the general shape of a wall just waiting for an excitable wolf to come along and blow the whole thing down.
So Ann set me a deadline of the first of November to finish it. And now I’ve procrastinated as much as I can, fiddled with tasks totally unrelated to writing, and hit the o-my-god-this-is-so-late-maybe-it’ll-go-a
Gleep.
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