The last novel critique . . . is done.
It clocked in at nearly 9,000 words. Plus extensive line edits. Hmmm . . . I’m beginning to think I put a little too much work into these things.
The good news is twofold: First, no more critiques for a while, so I get to be a writer again. Second, my editor brain is primed and ready. Now I get to hack and slash at my own work for a bit. Those who have been critiqued by me may take some small comfort in knowing that I’m about to do unto myself what I’ve done unto you. Seems only fair.
No updates for Write Club.
Excuse me, I have to reclaim my life . . .
