Back on the horse

Back to writing today.  Which, as always after a break from it, feels like rusty gears grinding together.  Ugh.  Still, I dutifully turned up to the work and ground out some words.

And realised how close I am to the end of my outline.  At the moment, this draft is only about 53k, so way, way short.  I know that I’m going to need to do a lot of fleshing out in the next draft.  And hey, it looks like I have room for it   I especially need to work on the end.  I’m just at the point where I’m sick of writing a first draft and I want to be doing anything else.  Which is usually when I rush my last scenes, just so I can start editing

I’m starting to feel better, though my stamina is extremely pathetic, and probably will be for another week or two.  But at least I can sit up for long enough to write, and I can walk across the room without winding myself.  Anaemia sucks.  But at least it’s easily fixable, though it does take time.

Our weekend was kind of awesome, though.  It was the husband and mine’s five-year anniversary, and to celebrate, we bought a new bed.  And we don’t do things by halves…

Wanna see?

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