If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. – Ivan Turgenev
I’m on my bed, cocooned in a blanket with my dog curled up beside me. There’s a cat purring nearby. I don’t know exactly where, but I can hear her. The sky outside is gray and it’s going to rain later, and it’s perfect-for-writing weather.
I could blame Austin Town and Ghost Along the Brazos. I could blame schoolwork and writer’s block and my jobs.
Or I could just say, “Hey, I may be eight thousand words behind, but. I have eleven thousand words that I didn’t have on October 31st.”
Also. I can recover from this and still kick this challenge’s butt. I’ve done it before and I will
probably definitely do it again.
Ready. Set. Write.