Today I printed out everything I had of the novella I was just starting when I went into labor with my second child. I brought the manuscript of that one in my hospital bag, too, but Conrad’s birth turned out to be uncommonly hazardous for both parties, and I don’t remember getting any work done while we recovered.
In memory, the manuscript was a tiny scrap of a draft, maybe five pages of dialogue with a few bullet points about eventual direction. Instead, it turns out I had nearly four times that much material, with a fully sketched out plot structure. Hooray for the me of August 2010.
Rugosa Book Two, here we come.
Sebastian’s story has 4,000 words down, with a projected 20,000 words or so to go. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have this one finished before November, in time for Nanowrimo?