Perhaps fail isn't the right word.
Well...
in describing the 50,000 word goal? Yes, fail. Epic.
My novel is entrenched at 10k. And I have no enthusiasm for it anymore. I do like the idea, deep down, and I'd like to continue with it at some point, but this month, it just isn't going to happen.
So I have a new goal.
One query letter for The Smell of Rain sent, for every remaining day of the month.
Originally, the second half of my goal was to finish the first draft of my He and She fairy tale novella, but now that I'm thinking of quitting my dog job, I'm thinking of changing that part to writing as much of my dog-walker memoir as I can, while it's still fresh in my head.
And the holiday crafting continues...
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