Romance is dead

Thank fuck, NYC Midnight did not give me romance again. In fact, they gave me my old friend horror. And yet, I still struggled. I ditched my first draft mid-way through day 2 and started again, so the result – New Lease of Life – is not as accomplished as perhaps I would like. But still, it’s done and submitted. Horror enough? You never know with these NYC judges, as we’ve said before.

But now that’s out of the way, and I’m well and truly focussing on the 6 Month Novel stuff. It’s amazing, actually, how it’s all coming together with just a focus on characters. I’ll update more later.

In the meantime, if you fancy reading the aforementioned horror, here ’tis.

I'm a 30-something female seeking to create a great work of art... or at least something people will actually want to read. Is it the same thing?
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