So, I’m down to two deadlines – both due at the end of March. This is a good thing, since I have promised a work to a prospective agent on 1 March.
It’s been one huge stretch of marathon writing from approximately Labor Day until 5 Feb. After such a massive stretch, it’s like stepping on a step that isn’t there. I sit on the train, wondering what I have to do, and realize it’s….nothing but the novel. This is very strange.