So, I wrote a novel and submitted it, and I should hear back by November. Which is closer, but still so far away that if I think too much about it I want to tear my hair out. As my hair is beautiful and tearing it out would be wasteful, I am actively avoiding thinking about this.
I'm also working on a new novel, with the working title "Winning." I currently have 27,500 words. I'm aiming for 65,000 to 70,000 words. Considering I started this in mid-August, it's not too shabby. I'm, what, 40% done already? I've had to slow down a little lately but I'm still working it and that's not nothing. I'm aiming to apply to Lambda's retreat this year on this book, finish the first draft before I'm done with grad school (in May!) and then complete the final drafts in the summer.
What I'm not doing? My thesis. Ugh. I need to write it this semester. I absolutely have to get it done by December and am not motivated at all. Grad school is the worst. Never do it.
A queer femme, writing romance and smut.