I’m starting the third draft. For some reason, this feels different. First draft was fun, usually. Second draft was hard work, mostly. Third draft is for real. I’ve read all the books about writing I’m going to read. I’ve practiced, crafted  and tinkered until I’m fed up. I’ve had three generous people take time to read my novel. Their feedback was specific enough to tell me what changes I need to make.

I’ve re-written the first five hundred words and I’ve honed  the hook and the who, when and where stuff. My query letter has been approved by an actual agent.

If I wrote as much as I worry about writing, I’d have three novels by now.

So, what am I waiting for?

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