I feel a little crazed right now. I’ve got more ideas than I can keep up with, an office that looks like a disaster area, and a Toddler who keeps me on a very, very short leash. I should tell you that behind that rather underwhelming statement is an enormity of stress and pressure and frustration that I am loathe to expand upon. Why stir up stinky fumes?
Instead I will focus on what will make the situation all better. And that is words. Lots of words. No matter what is going on in my life, if the writing is going well, then everything else is going well, too.
With that said, I am accepting the Household Dinosaurs’ 100,000-Word Challenge. You help me pile up 100,000 words, and I am told there will be fog and a disco ball and aerialists next month. No kidding.
* Actually, we only need to write 99,330 words because apparentbook rocks. Thank you, sir!