I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
It is actually both coming together and filling out, and suddenly there is a side story that takes off on a tangent.
Interesting. I'm just going to run with it. Worst case scenario I just cut the whole thing out, and go cultivate vegetables, or some such honorable work.
Clocking in at halftime with 25982 words.
So half is done, and I wonder where my peeps are going next. I believe I just have to keep at it, so I'll know. How curious this endeavor is, though: To read a book that hasn't been written yet.
Except I did look at the last page. *nodnodnods* Yes, I did.
It was good. I hope it stays that way.