...I'm still writing. Twenty-two of twenty-eight days is pretty darn good. I look at that and see one extra day off than I should have taken and one day where I wrote less than my minimum word count, but I also see some kick-ass dedication. I'm 147 pages into my novel, on page 7 of my outline. That's one kidnapping, one elephant-napping, one sex scene, and one heaping of coffeecake eaten by the main character (sadly not by me). Tomorrow's scene will be just as frustrating for the main character as the last, if not more so. I can't wait to torture her some more.
I'm also delighted to report that I finally think I might have found an online writing community that will help improve my writing: Online Writing Workshop for Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror. I've been looking for a critique group that fits my lifestyle, and I think this could be it. Finally, a community of writers who are talking my language!
Joining has given me a fresh burst of creative energy, and I now have five projects in my head clamoring for attention, all different, all at different stages. I'm keeping the focus on Eva, my current novel, but that doesn't mean I can't dabble in the others once I've met my daily quota.