My novel is at a mere 31,000 words, needs to be finished, needs to be polished, and yet here I sit, blogging, looking at Twitter, FB, Goodreads, etc. Meanwhile, the November 15 deadline for this year’s Golden Hearts contest is looming.
My first manuscript is kind of like a first marriage – just get the first one over with, and you can move on to bigger and better things. Kudos to those of you out there that got the right guy the first time around. I got the guy that cheated. It happens. And just like that first marriage, my heart is no longer in this first manuscript. It’s been two years and I have a million other ideas stacking up, waiting in the wings. But I can’t bring myself to let go of this first one until it’s done.
Time for me to go stick a fork in it.