And then there were five.
Here’s to those who plan, not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well…
And that’s a good thing.
What would happen if you gave yourself permission to dream?
Writing is scarier than it seems.
It might be a little early to tell, might it not, since it’s not even January 2nd yet?
What if, this November, you could actually do more?
Isn’t it too early to think about your next project?
Or, how I found my killer in the middle of a sentence in chaper five. (Or was it six?)
What else will you need to get through this November in one piece?