I’d hoped to be done with my rewrite of “From Earth I Have Arisen” by now. Then again, I’d hoped to be a millionaire by now, too, so there you go.
The thing about lopping off 8K words from your opening and then reconstructing it so that it still makes sense? It’s hard.
Let’s see if I can do better this week.
And that millionaire thing? Hey, the lottery is up to $200 mil, I hear. So there’s hope for me yet.
No updates for Write Club.
Laterz . . .