Last February, I ambitiously challenged myself to produce an entire rough draft for a novel in 12 weeks. The time frame was essentially arbitrary, really I just imagined that 3 months fit nicely into my schedule. I had had the plot outlined for several months, just sitting around for a time when I could get it all out in one go. I started out strong.
Then life happened. (I know, like I couldn’t have seen that coming.)
And I can’t complain, it was good “life.” My first book got published, (wow!), and a novelette to boot. I really can’t complain. But I still have a half-manuscript, a wonky first draft it its most awkward form, waiting for my attention. So, I forget the 12 week delusion and I get back to the grindstone. 🙂
