This morning I blocked out ten final scenes for the book. Then I wrote the first one. I figure I can write a scene a day for ten days and then be done. Well, with the draft. Still much work to do. What I found with this book, this time through the process, is that outlines help, but I can only write them in pieces. And I can’t do an outline until I have fifty or so pages.
And I wrote another post for 50-Something. My contract with them is up in September, and I’m not planning on renewing. I wrote some fun stuff there, things I would not have written except that I needed to submit an entry, but I think it’s time to end a few things that aren’t such a great fit for me anymore. PW was one thing. 50-S is another. And maybe–is it the end of writing novels, too?