So I figure that maybe I won’t finish this novel in the 18 days that I assigned myself. But I’m not that bothered. I’ll finish before the end of the month, and take whatever writing comes next. There is a simple joy in writing sometimes though, and I just don’t set enough time aside for myself to do more of it.
Yesterdays writing was staunched by the fact I had to go set up my driving license practical. And then I did breakfast with my other half.