As my brain tries to wrap around the last few big edits before handing the Cambrie and Dylan international love tale over to the beta reading editors - I've re-read the story I abandoned to crank out that one.
Pretty sure it's turned itself into a polyamory tale without even trying. I think Scarlett and Hunter will appreciate more prey.
Saw this little gem on Tumblr and it really got me thinking.
I’m feeling this very much right now. There’s one big finish just have to trade out the names and do a few minor final edits. But, why am I dragging my ass so much on it? Not sure. Another book has huge chunks written and just needs to have some spaces filled. Finishing these would be monumental but yet, I can’t seem to do it. We won’t even discuss the 100′s of partially finished drafts sitting on my hard drive begging me every day to open them and write.
Does. It. Ever. End.
And just like that... day one is complete. 29 more to go.
