o, Julia isn’t finished. Not nearly. Turns out my brain boing was a tad premature.
Julia won’t be wrapped up in only a few more scenes, which is good, since my word count isn’t close to novel-length.
Turns out I’m just at a point where I don’t know how to proceed. I know what happens, I just don’t know how to get there.
I’ve been staring at the last written scene for the past week, hoping to catch a glimmer of what to do next in what was already written. It’s times like this when I need a swift Nano kick in the butt. Instead, I followed World Cup coverage.
I love soccer and the World Cup has come at the best time for a procrastinator like me. I mean worst. Worst time for a procrastinator like me.
Daily Drop Cap by Jessica Hische