The novel is coming along, in a manner of speaking. I'm 18, 411 words closer to my goal of writing 50,000 words by the end of the month. The rough draft is pretty, um, rough, but hey, that's part of the fun, right?
Nearly everything else on my list of extracurriculars, though, has come to a screeching halt. Including my first-ever doll-making attempt, inspired by Hillary Lang's Wee Wonderfuls. (For those of you with the book at home, my little doll is going to be a slightly dumbed-down version of The Tag-A-Long Doll.)
But not anytime, soon, apparently. Because now there's that pesky novel to write.
I've only just started worrying about when my Christmas knitting is going to get done...
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