As life would have it, I’m hobbling around in a high-thigh to low-calf splint right now. At least a month of this? Holy– okay, so it’s not a cast. I can take it off at night and for a good scratch.
I’ll quit complaining and move on.
I am, however, happy to share that I’ve reached over 55K on my NaNoWriMo project, Cleaning House, and that I’m still plowing along. But, you should realize that nothing I write can be described as standard in length. My works routinely reach over 100K, and Hunted, which this week’s snippet comes from, is over 113K.
When I write, I go big.