Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Frost

This morning the world was a magical place for every tree, hedge, blade of grass was coated in frost down to the last twig. Against a dark grey-blue sky, it looked wonderful.

My wip is up to 52,000 words. I'm almost up to the great Black Moment. I shall have to really get down to it now, however painful it is to write.

I posted off another partial submission yesterday for WsB. That's what professional authors say we must do - keep on sending 'em out.

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