It’s Sunday, it’s 34 days into my self-isolation, and I’m working on the novel I’d like to publish next week.
Got the cover (you can see it on the front page of this here blog), finished one of the two completely new chapters the book is going to need (which is nice, pushing it back over 50,000 words again), and going to start the arduous process of converting the document into ebook format early next week.
Just plugging away. I love writing more than I like the process required to get books self-published, but it’s part of the process. And that’s okay! Looking forward to getting it done and then back to work on the next batch of novels!
Oh, and I submitted a short story to a market. Fingers crossed. Still hopeful to get another one submitted in a few weeks.
Anyway! Work! What are these “weekends” people used to talk about? ^_^