I am still working on my novel in a new way, but I’ve let go the idea of making 50,000 words this year (meaning in this year’s event– the 30 days).
My home and children are calling me in new ways, and I don’t want to neglect that call.
At the same time, I feel a need to get my first draft finished soon enough to respond to an editor’s interest while she still remembers me. My first chapters have changed enough that I can’t trust she’ll recognize me by the work.
So here is my new(est) quandary: finding contentment despite the unknown– in every realm.