Well, on Sunday, I took my fingers from the keyboard and sat back, admiring the results of too many years of labour: creating, writing, editing, revising, cutting, tweaking. It could go on forever, because I never run out of new ideas. But I have to stop writing. I mean, in December, I discovered that I had over 125,000 words. Way too long. I toiled away and cut it back to 109,000. Still hefty for print, but it’s time to get it out to my beta readers. No more hiding behind the ‘there’s still work to do’ wall. I whipped up a cover (ugly, I know), but by the time I was ready to compile the seventy-two chapters from Scrivener to a Kindle version I…
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