This week has been hectic, but I managed to finish a difficult translation in time, despite DropBox trying to give me a stroke by suddenly conjuring up a second version of my document at the last minute.
I hardly had any time at all for my own writing, apart from yesterday morning, when I managed to write another scene from my romance novel before going on a mad candy shopping spree for the birthday party next week. 25 loot bags require a lot of loot.
The scene I wrote was in His POV, and so far I’ve found those to be harder to write, because I don’t know Him very well yet. But I’m discovering things about Him that are really revealing. I went for a walk today and thought about their relationship and even though one never knows with these things I think they might be able to connect, once they get to know each other.
Right now they know absolutely nothing at all about each other, they haven’t even introduced themselves.
I’m looking forward to writing about these two, but apparently there’s no longer any point in writing any more books. Stephen King won. He got a huge gold medal and all.
I didn’t even know it was a competition. Silly me.