Gnargh. I just accidentally closed my IE window into which I’d typed a big long blog post already. I *hate* that. Now I’ve lost all my cleverness and it just won’t be the *same* to type it out again. :P
None-the-less, damn Sarah’s eyes anyway. I am *not* writing a YA historical by April 30, even if I *did* just realize a perfect opening while I was in the shower. I’m not I’m not I’m NOT, that would be INSANE. I have to finish MD by April 15 (there’s a different, complete-ms contest that I want to enter it in) and I’m supposed to write Leader Green next month and I am just NOT finishing THREE NOVELS in the next six months.
Although that’d be kind of cool, wouldn’t it?
No! No no no! *No*!
I’m finding myself thinking ‘But 50K words really isn’t *that* many…’ I’d like to know at what point in my life 50K words became ‘not that many’. I mean … buh!
*mutter* Damn Sarah’s eyes.