I’m finished. I can do it. I can write 50,000 words of a first draft of a novel in 30 days. I can write with putting my editor out in the cold where it belongs. I can write even after I’ve said I have no time to do something as outrageous as committing to writing a novel in a month.
So, I’ve proven something to myself.
Now I think I’ll put my dear new characters, Sam and Sophie, to bed in a drawer. Will they surface again? Who knows. I have fallen in love with them…