Spurred on by the possibility that I might not be typing out the sacred words “The End” before we head south at the end of October, I’ve been writing over 2000 words a day. And I have to say: that takes (me) all day, and most of the evening, as well. That’s eating on the run, dressing on the run, relaxing on the run.
But I did it: 2 chapters in 2 days. (My chapters are shorter than most.) I hope to finish another chapter tomorrow. My husband is away, and I’m taking advantage of the solitude. I begin to think I can do it, finish before the commotion of transition.