And the words creep up…
A couple of months ago I had the idea to write a ghost story. But not the short, quick reads that my ghostly tales have been so far. A long story. Novel length. And so I started with the intention to finish the whole thing up by Halloween, because after all, what better time to launch my supernatural chiller upon the world.
Life has a habit of taking our good intentions and turning them on their head.
Halloween has come and gone, the candy is no more, and the book is at 40,000 words. I’m only half way through according to my plot outline.
Now Thanksgiving is here, with its turkey dinners and manic shopping sprees. How is a guy supposed to write when there is turkey and stuffing to eat?
Worse, Christmas is coming, and that means even more distractions.
Even so, I have high hopes that the book will be finished by the end of the year, and if not released, at least with my editor (who will, I’m sure, tell me to do some more work.)
So for now its back to pounding out the words. I’m determined to get at least 10 pages closer to the finish line today. But first I think I’ll go make a turkey sandwich…