FINALLY

I’ve done it. After all these years of dreaming of being an author, I have finally written a novel. A first draft, admittedly – which is horribly dire in some places – but it’s a first draft I can work with.

I had been procrastinating writing towards the end of it – it was high time to move on and write something new, then come back to it once I could look at it with fresh eyes. I was stuck with the plot – a plot point I had wanted to put in that would have really worked, suddenly didn’t appeal to me any more because I’d grown attached to my character and I didn’t want to be mean – but after mulling things over with my friend Abbie it all became so clear what I needed to write.