That’s what I’ll do today. I’ve printed out my last three chapters and need to read through them again. Then I’ll write some more.

Last week was light on words. 1822 words written, for a total of 60145. I’m happy to pass 60k at least, and continue on towards the end.

The middle of a book is definitely the hard part to write. Everything that looked shiny and interesting when you began turns dull and dross, and for me at least I have to fight a constant battle to maintain any sort of confidence about my ability to finish. Other projects jump up and beckon. They are shiny now, why not write them? But that would be a disaster, because inevitably when you jump to a new book, and then once again get to the middle, you find it becomes as unlovely as the last one. It’s a passage that seems to happen every time. The only way through is through…