faustus | Because I Aint Busy Enough (Reply)

I spent part of last year getting back to writing fiction, and part of this was escaping from The Big Project, which needs to be kickstarted after falling apart with the turn of the year. I've done two drafts of 100,000 words, and there it stays, percolating, expecting to be rewritten again, and sooner or later will be sent somewhere.

So obviously now is the time for a follow up.

National Novel Writing Month keeps coming at the wrong time, I thought life would be too busy for

matociquala's Novel in 90 and I have a houseguest this weekend so no First Annual Urban Drift Novel(la) in a Weekend with

deadcities_icon.

Then I thought, Easter. Gives me another day. Or another 20,000 words. Ish. Give or take. I didn't have any plans.

And there it might have stopped, had not the entire structure of the damn thing dropped into my head, complete with an opening and a closing sentence, and I now have a basic chapter breakdown. And an opening paragraph. Darn. I've got to resist doing anything more than outlining, but clearly I need to find out when Easter actually is.

Oh dear. Oh dearie me.

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