1 Nov 2014
Writing started nine hours ago.
Word count is respectable.
Walks completed equals one.
Chips count is reasonable.
Wine count down has started.
(Note that I had pretty great bed hair at 8.22am)
The madness that is attempting to write a novel in 30 days is upon me. I tried today not to think too hard about it. Mostly I just tried to write. It should be what I always try to do. Don’t think, just write. Write like the ideas are ants under my skin itching to get out.