The last couple of months have been rather hectic and wearing. I’ve managed to write some, but I’ve mostly been fixing unexpected plot holes as I write, and not actually writing the novel itself. So really, about half the words written were for deepening character motivations or fixing plot problems. I suppose that’s to be expected on a second novel.
I had hoped to write a lot more than I did this summer, however moving out while working full time made advancing the plot at a steady clip difficult. But I’m hanging in there because the new story is worth the effort. I hope others feel the same way about it too when it’s done.
Ok, now it’s time to get back to the business of living.
Waiting for the bus, I noticed as I sat in the bus shelter that I could see the reflection of the fence and leaves behind it. It made an interestingly textured image on the blue polka dotted shirt the woman standing outside the shelter was wearing.