In a short break from some intense editing (draft ninety-five or something really depressing like that) I hopped over to Fiona Wood’s blog (she of the wonderful YA novel Six Impossible Things) to read her article entitled Why I Don’t…
almost halfway there, but now the road gets steeper, writer, don’t look back.
This haiku is brought to you from my sickbed *cough-splutter* unstoppable flow, addled on phenylephrine*, snot-thick mire of words. [Day 15: 20,341 words...got some catching up to do.] *flu drug. I’m not exactly Hunter S. Thomson.
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