I wrote about 4,000 words last weekend. Mostly on Sunday. I had the house to myself and got to work. I’ve been working on a short story off and on for the last month or so and the story keeps changing and I keep writing more words. Soon this thing is going to have to meet its master or something.
I wrote about 4,000 words last weekend. And I might not end up using any of them. At least not in the order I’ve written them in. Or even in this story. Who says the writers’ life isn’t awesome?
