I finished the longhand draft of The Welcomer the other day; now all I face is a day or two of typing. Then I plan to do one last round of edits to tidy up the prose — one final polish, as it were — and then, this sucker is going in the mail to…someone.
(I’d like to see a contest for aspiring writers, the Grand Prize of which would be a lifetime supply of paper, ink cartridges, and new printers when the old ones die. I can’t believe the sheer amounts of paper I use, and I’m neither published nor even especially prolific. Ye gods.)
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