Writing is going so badly I’m soaking my whites!

The maths: second novel; chapter three of twenty-nine; draft two of who knows how many. Last time, I had no idea how long these things took. Now I do. Ignorance made everything so much easier.

Yesterday I thought I’d made great progress with a scene. I then counted: 72 words in three hours.

I love the idea of a long project, something to get my teeth into. But you can tell how well it’s going today by the sudden appearance of this blog post and the amount of housework I’ve done. My whites are soaking in the bath, days before I run out of clean shirts.


Just think how much better this chapter will look when I see it on draft three.

Anybody else in the same position?

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