I wrote over 2800 words yesterday, which is a nearly inhuman amount for me, bringing my total for the month (and my new WIP) up to:
I hope I’m not jinxing myself here, but I think this book is going to be really fun to write. It is, I’ve discovered, not only frockalicious, but also bantertastic. I’m also being very laissez-faire with my drafting process. This is the first time in years I’ve written something that hasn’t had a sale attached to it, so there’s the marvelously freeing possibility that no one will ever ever have to read this.
So. Much. Fun.
Back to it.