woot, as the americans might say.

I'm writing again and OH it feels good. I've been barking up the wrong book for a while now, but I've now started afresh and I'm excited. Nervous, because writing gnaws at me and doesn't let go, but excited.

Oh dear.

I'm totally becoming an American. Americans get 'excited' about everything. It's kind of exhausting.

But this I am excited about, and legitimately so. And only about 55,000 words to go until I have a novel.

Aaaaaand in rushes the dread.

I'm setting myself the goal of 4000 words a week. That's not a ton, but with working full time and being as lazy as I am, I think I'll be lucky if I can meet it.

Watch this space.