You'll never believe it but I'm writing.
It doesn't make sense what I'm writing, not in terms of writing a proper novel anyway, but maybe that's why I went to Arvon last year: to learn that there are no rules to writing.
Thank goodness for that.
I'm writing by hand, too, which is not pretty.
What I'm writing is as disorganised as anything, and I have no outline and no plot but I do have a means of generating words. And that will do for now.
Onwards.
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