My brain, my beautiful brain – it feels like it wants to drizzle out of my ears. The neurons are now noodles, all the lobes are berating my slow, slow progress to complete this darned challenge.
50,000 words in 30 days? It’s possible. Just not sure whether it’s happening for me really: I loathe one of my characters (although am a little in love with the awkward academic); the baddies are one dimensional (except sexy evil boss lady); the pasties aren’t particularly tasty (except those from Pengenna Pasties of course) and the main character has already imbibed far too much beer (well, maybe that’s not such a bad thing, especially if it’s Spingo Special).
I’m over half-way through, slightly behind schedule, but planning the big finale: a battle in Bodmin. Maybe the second draft will be better…
Sexy evil boss ladies are always good.