That’s what I’m trying for, a chapter a week. Four thousand measly words. Somehow, at this point, I’m a chapter ahead. Meaning since I’m sending one a week to my friend on Sundays, I already have this Sunday’s chapter. I’m trying to write the one after that.
And I’m not getting anywhere. In other books this STUCK would indicate I’d screwed up, and I’d be going back to see how I could fix things. This time around, who knows? I don’t. I’ve never done such a major re-write before. Maybe my guys are just protesting the cutting of a favorite scene. Maybe I’ve finally reached the end of this write-every-day spree, and it’s time for another five years of not getting much of anything done.
That will not be happening. I will hold my voices hostage in front of the computer every day. I will churn out crap until they’re embarrassed by it, and we all get back to the good stuff. (hee hee, I will threaten them with torrid badly-written romances…)