Wrote seven hundred and eleven words this morning. Not much, but at this pace I've crept up to nearly 20,000 the last two months.
I reread my outline last night and it excited me. I can't wait to get to the end, let it rest and tear it apart in the editing process. Writers are funny, aren't they? We create something we know we'll rip back apart. But it's all part of the art process.
What got me to thinking about editing was I read the entire manuscript through last night as well. So much I love, so much I know needs to change.
Much like my life. And Jael's.