Guys, it is October.
The fucking year basically ENDED.
In 2019 I was going to:
- Query my YA sci-fi book. The one I’m still editing because it is 9k words too long, yay!
- Finish my 2018 NaNo WIP—with which I’m probably only halfway through because it needed a lot of “pre-editing to make ANY SENSE, and I still have to write the second half of the book/parallel story. Fun times.
- Write a new draft during the summer. Just LOL.
- Do NaNoWriMo in November.
So far, I have accomplished NONE of those.
But I still can make everything except point 3.
Do I have the time? Nah.
Do I know what I’m doing? Never.
Will I make it? Absolutely. How? I’ll figure it out as I go.
No stress, right?