My novel currently logs in at 38,193 words. The words, ostensibly, all go together and make sense when read from start to finish. This is nothing short of a miracle, to me at least.
I cannot impress upon you, dear reader, how much time and effort it has taken to get to this point. In an earlier post, I mentioned that when I began my novel, I thought writing it would be “easy.” At this point, I clearly see how erroneous and utterly misguided that mind set was. Writing 38,193 consecutive words may have been the hardest thing I’ve done,* creatively speaking.
*I didn’t say hardest thing I’ve EVER done because I am a parent and well, that was/is a colossal challenge and frankly, that’s putting it mildly.
Today’s Word:
erroneous [ ih-roh-nee-uhs, e-roh- ]
adjective
an erroneous answer.