So I hit that wall we call writer’s block. Yeah, it happens. Especially when you’re killing yourself over a ridiculous deadline you’ve got no one to blame for but yourself. But the other night I went mad and wrote 34 pages of Troglodyte Rose! How insane is that? That means draft 1 is pretty much finished, and just needs to be typed up. I can’t wait!
34 pages? What the? Single spaced? How many words is that?