She responds, “It can still be released this year, I just need to have something to work on.”
Yes, I know this. So, it’s been about a week since this conversation. I’ve been writing every day, making progress. Changing things that were already written, making them better.
After moving everything over to Word, I realize I’m about 10k words shy of the bare minimum of what a novel needs to be.
So I’m changing more scenes, adding them to this version of the novel. I look today, and I’m only about six chapters away from being done.
Holy crap, I’ll actually make a deadline I set for myself.