Reading Chuck Wendig 30 Days in the Word Mines
Good stuff, Maynard, good stuff.
If I hadn’t broken my arm, my plans to write as I read along would have gone well. Despite the kink in my works, this was interesting, encouraging and annoying.
I just might as well tattoo the word “WRITE!” on my forehead, arms, fingers. Maybe even paint on the ceiling, walls, and floors of every room of my home, because that is the mantra every writer must fulfill -live, eat, and breathe.
Ok, got it.