Half century

I seem to have spent forever in the 40s, but this morning finally saw Truck Me crack the 50 page mark. I spent most of last week in a writing slump – much of the composition was like riding a bike up a steep hill, but I kept at it and found my flow again yesterday afternoon.

When I get a spare minute, I am also completing a third draft on Ghost Kiss. I plan to submit it to the online publisher who accepted one of Sarah Dobbs' novels – and they take the entire manuscript (in electronic format, no less) so it has to be in its very best shape. I'm even contemplating a fourth draft. Yer puts in the work, yer gets the results. Sometimes.

The Fearless Writer