I was tired, cranky, and feeling outright hostile toward the novel. Weird. So, of course I didn't write a thing.
Much later in the day...
I printed out chapter three, so I can write on it, edit and send it to Kate. She sent me a piece yesterday that was fun reading, and wants to know when she's going to see more from me. *sigh*
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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