Mud-Wrestling the Language

It’s really starting to get me down. I got up at six this morning, struggled until ten, made scant progress. Scant. I don’t need scant right now, I need explosive, copious, mind-boggling progress, and instead, I’m neck-deep in mud and wrestling for my life. So after the little guy is asleep tonight, I’m going to see if I can scrabble forward just a bit more. I need to get to the end of this revision. I have another book waiting that I’m anxious to finish, and another book after that which I’m hungry to start. Onward, then. Teeth gritted, through to the finish line.

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About the author: Novelist, writing teacher, on a mission to reprint my out-of-print books and self-publish my new ones.

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