A Real Writing Day

Today, for the first time in weeks and weeks and weeks I had a proper writing day. I typed and typed and then typed some more. My novel grew longer and better. It was fun. I remembered my characters, their voices were as clear to me as the last time I had a real writing day. Such relief. And then in the evening I read the first three chapters to Scott who declared them well and good (and made some useful—though irritating—suggestions for changes).

My aim was to have the first draft done by the end of July. I’d begun to doubt I could do it, but now I’m full of confidence. No worries at all. Writing is dead easy.