If all had gone according to plan, I would’ve handed in the complete first draft of my next book today. But, much to my discredit, I’m stil a whole chapter away from completion, plus a few more days’ worth of revisions. I can take some small comfort, at least, in knowing that I’m probably not the first writer to miss a major deadline. I mean, hey, we’re all still anxiously awaiting that runaway bride’s memoir, right?
Flying Too Close to the Sun
April 17th, 2012 · No Comments
Tags: movies·White Line Fever·writing
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