So, this week hasn’t been the best week for my ego, writing wise. No big deal. It happens. As a writer my ego is as fragile as the five minutes sleep a new parent gets with a newborn baby (oh yeah, I’m thinking about that already). Don’t worry about me, though. I’ll bounce back.
In the meantime, I’ve been slowly slogging along on my novel. When I say slow I mean slowwwww. I’m talking one sentence a day slow. No exagerration. At least I’m moving forward, I suppose.
Last night I completed the next to last chapter in the novel. Only one more to go! Tonight I start on the finish, something I’ve never before attempted on a novel. It should be interesting.
Not too much else is new. I have a sore elbow. Tendinitis would most likely be the diagnosis if U went to see a doctor. Too much hockey, shoveling snow, picking up my daughter, and working out. The elbow needs rest, but it will doubtfully get it. Take that, elbow!