by Shelt Garner
Now that things are beginning to get locked down, I have mapped out how, exactly, I’m going to finish the roughly 32 chapters of this novel by my birthday.
The hope is that if I have a specific chronology that my native need for deadlines will kick in and I’ll actually finish some sort of first draft far sooner than if I didn’t really have any idea of how things were going to specifically work out.
I honestly don’t know how much of that is just yet another Lucy-with-the-football and how much is real. But I hope — hope — that if I’m actually looking at the calendar as I write that I can wrap up my first draft far, far sooner than I might otherwise.