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| This man is a worry eater whom I've hired to devour my doubts. |
Since Monday of this week I have written:
A. 17, 073 words.
B. 83 pages.
C. In 50 hours.
This still puts me only about halfway home on Draft 1 of my horror novella. I ran all those marathons back in the day and now the discipline stands me in good stead.
But first drafts are the worst for me and I fear if I do not push, push, push then I'll never finish. My office is a graveyard of books that never made it past draft one. I enjoy rewrites but this is the Dark Night of the Writing Soul.
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