The Prudence Game

Unfortunately, writing is not car racing.

After an unplanned month off the race track and parked in the parents’ garage, the authorial vehicle can not just be revved up to a full and thunderous start, roaring out of the old homestead’s driveway chasing the finish line at an all-out, reckless speed.

For me, writing is more like running. A full head of steam on the pavement after a month’s absence from the sport promises nothing but shin splints, groin pulls and ACL nasties.

“Slow but sure” may not win the race, but it will finish the race.

Sometimes, that has to be enough.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Bald Ambition

A good, strong day of writing yesterday.

Got bunches and bunches done on The Hushing Days while managing to keep all but a few fretful handfuls of hair on my head.

Do bald authors sell better than hairy ones?

Hmm, research on this might prove comforting.

Twenty days to go, people.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Post-note: The explanation as to the twenty days deadline can be found in yesterday’s rather wordy but mildly enjoyable blog “Out, damn’d spot! Out, I say!”