dear imaginary readers of this blog,

currently, i’m handwriting a second draft of a novel and it’s slow, but it’s moving along in a forward motion. i’m fleshing out scenes and adding the internal dialogue of the MC, which is fruitful and good work, but it’s slow. sometimes it takes an hour to really nail what i need to say on one page. one page. that said, i’ll take it.

this book may be finished in a year, who can say?

i give it over to fate and hard work and weeping and chocolate.

how are you?