It's been a grim and exhausting week, and a few nights ago I opened Word and clicked on my Bloodhound file. I wanted to read something dark and bleak, yet full of violence with a noble purpose, and at the same time I needed it to be something I'd already read so I wouldn't have any nasty surprises. So obviously I chose my own book.
I'm giving it a careful reread with some revisions on the way. When I get to the unfinished ending, I'll just finish it. I know what I want to do with it, and I want to finish it before the end of the year.
The end of the year. How did 2011 flit by so quickly?
2 comments:
Agreed. The year has just flown by. I've come to the conclusion that the older one gets, the faster the year flies by.
Best of luck in finishing the book.
Yes, summers when I was a kid lasted longer than whole years do now. Christmas used to take eons to arrive, now it's on me before I recover from the previous one.
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