Glacially slow. Turtle with a ten pound bag of flour on its back slow. Slow as a two year old brushing her teeth before bedtime when mommy wants to hurry up and see her tv program.
Yep, that describes how slowly the end of this novel (yes mom, TRH stands for “Tokyo’s Robin Hood”, which is a NOVEL) is going for me. I mean, it’s been like two weeks, right? And all I have is a lousy 2000 words to show for it.
Please please put me out of my misery and let me finish this thing!
71,153 / 80,000
I also just got a rash of short story rejections including two that have been sitting somewhere FOREVER. So now I have to take a looksy at those stories and do some rewriting becuase its been so long that I’ve attended to them that they no longer represent my writing. And of course rewriting short stories is ever so much more attractive than trying to finish the novel…