An hour a day…
Spent the weekend getting my novel broken down onto index cards, so I can see the whole kit and caboodle spread out. This is a fun and challenging stage of the writing process–keeping track of the octopus arms of plot and making sure the story is developing at an even rhythm. I’ve officially switched on my tactical brain. The General has come for an extended stay, the items inside her sturdy luggage arranged in orderly rows. She has gathered the colorful belongings of the whimsical Early Artist and shooed her gently down the path, to be called upon again at the drafting stage of my next writing project.
Just an hour a day writing towards the scenes and ideas I still need to work out. Just gotta keep on myself to do an hour a day, and should I be able to bring this puppy home within the year.