But I'm happily back in the saddle with writing. I mean, I might fail again, but so far I've done well getting back into my writing routine. It's only been two days, but those two days have been encouraging. I've managed to hit my two thousand word writing goal by the end of each day (though yesterday came really close), which was great. I'm looking forward to hitting that goal again today. Fingers crossed.
Due to the enormous gap between where I left off this rewrite to take care of Daughters of Britain edits and publishing deadlines and start yet another story (which will be the next project after I've completed this draft of Soldier), I'm feeling that this draft is a little disjointed.
It's going to need a crap tonne of editing, is what I'm saying.
I'm not looking forward to that.
On the bright side, I do have a project to move to the minute I type "END" on my current one, so I have a good reason to put this manuscript aside for a few months and forget about it. Hopefully that will help in my editing efforts.
I'm almost at 90 000 words currently on Soldier, and I should be finished fairly soon. There will be much celebrating.
And there's where I am with writing right now.
Speaking of writing, I am really appreciating the notes that people are sending me, letting me know that they've received their copies of Daughters of Britain. It really warms my heart to hear from you. I really hope you like the book. If you have the time and inclination, I'd love for you to leave a review. Even if you didn't like it. Well-phrased bad reviews can be really useful for readers to know whether or not a book is likely good for them.
As I always am, I'm fairly anxious about this one. I'm really hoping that it's as good as my friends say it is.
Funny story, my father is proud as punch that Daughters of Britain has been published, and has made me promise that when (not if, guys, but when) it's made into a film, he accompanies me on the red carpet. You have no idea how much that amuses me. I'm fairly certain that he's overestimating the reach that this book will achieve; a common mistake usually made by the writers, rather than their parents.
Of course I made that promise. And then I laughed. A lot.
It's really cool, though, how much faith my dad has in the book.
Okay, I've rambled on enough, and I really need to get started on today's language lessons. Until tomorrow, then.