Did some more writing today.
Chapters 11 & 12 will go live Sunday morning in a password-protected post.
Here’s my progress so far:
I wrote 3,007 words this evening for a total of 19,471 words (per Scrivener).
For them interested in using my spreadsheet, the previous post explains it and provides links for getting either a copy of the Google Docs version, or downloading the Excel Spreadsheet version. That post is HERE.
Anyone wanting to read the novel, please shoot me an e-mail requesting the password, or leave a comment below to that effect.
As a point of information, asking for the password does not mean I will subscribe, or even read, your blog. It just means you get the password. Perhaps I might get curious and check you out, perhaps not.
One other thing.
Last year I did a precis . . . I know some people like the precis. I did it last year because I stopped writing for a few months, and then I was not writing regularly.
This puppy is going to be finished before the end of the month. I won’t have time to write a precis, and the timeframe is short enough to perhaps make its absence irrelevant. If not . . . sorry.
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