When I'm done writing, I'm never totally sure how I did it. Each day I start out feeling like my words are an insurmountable task though each day, to my astonishment, I always pull through. I haven't once failed.
It's better than last year. My story, I hope, is better, too. I feel that I am learning what it's like to truly be a writer-- I have lived to serve my work, and it has given me utmost satisfaction.
All the same, I am looking forward to December, to playing my erhu, to taking pictures again. I would not want to maintain this frenetic pace for more than a month.
I am over 20,000 words on Cambriel. I am tracking my progress and giving myself means to edit it away from home through my story workspace-- ophelia14.multiply.com, which is a new system I love. I feel like I'm coming to a new and highly progressive era in my work.