That’s the number of drafts I have sitting here, waiting for me to finish them.
Speaking of late hasn’t been much of a problem, which is unusual for me. I have another major writer’s block.
Perhaps it’s because I am now six weeks from Ordeal, and the fear is rising, putting a stranglehold on my words, with which I am so comfortable.
Perhaps it’s because I’m just losing my words. I don’t know.
Six weeks. Dear Mother. I still have so much to do…