Book...ish?
Started writing my second book. WOW. Second book. Packs a punch, right? Sometimes I catch myself doodling the words, messy little jabs at scrap paper: second book.
But wait! First book???
It’s coming along.
I’m not as temperamental about the story's construction. I still hate the idea of missing parts, which are hard to identify from the driver’s seat, but I’ve made peace with imperfect proportions. A story is as much a story if told entirely or told in broad strokes. I’m not shoveling slop. I didn’t even resort to hardcore smut for 100k words—which I could’ve done without breaking a sweat.
Filth brought me here in the first place.
Let’s see if I can get the second clump of SS to beta readers by Easter. If not, no biggie. It’s not going anywhere.
Cheers,
Kat