It’s that time again! I’m going to finish Fletcher & Cooper come hell or high water!

AND THIS TIME I MEAN IT

I am hereby giving myself official permission to write garbage–I might even make myself up a certificate to hang on the door. Whatever gets the job DONE. I want to hit ‘THE END’ by the end of July, dagnabit. Even if it’s a terrible, no good, very bad ending. I DON’T CARE. It can suck so bad it makes the rest of the novel retroactively terrible, as long as it’s FINISHED.

Space Crazies is still with the editor, and no news is good news, so I should get that back to me for the end of the month; I should spend August prepping BOO for Pitch Wars and starting the revisions for Space Crazies. Which means little time for F&C until well into the fall so I might as well get a draft done so it can ferment.

Plus, if I get to The End by July 31st, I am going to treat myself with a little present: a tattoo of “goals not dreams” (you know, my mantra). You heard it hear first, kids.

It’s been a garbage year so far, and in the spring I came really close to packing it all in and giving up. But I didn’t. I’m still here, and still making submission plans and editing goals, and the time feels right to honour that with a bit of ink.

If.

I don’t know if I can get F&C done, I am terrible at plotting these things out, but I can do my best to plant my butt in my chair every day, and hopefully the plot threads will fall into place. It’s all I can do, and it’s not nothing.

So. Hi. Pull up a chair. Grab a notebook and a pencil, if you want. Ice coffee’s on tap.

Let’s get to work.