When I first started this blog, my intent was to log the ups and downs of writing a novel from start to finish. That got boring. So I rabbit-trailed into helpful writing tips and other bright, shiny topics to dazzle your attention. But for today, I'm back on track.


My novel baby was due (by my calculations) on August 1st. I approached this novel writing journey as a pregnancy. I figured God makes a complex human being in 9 months, so I ought to be able to write a manuscript in that amount of time.


Well...my baby is late.


Just like real life, this one is overdue. I've only got about 5k words left to pound out. Think I can finish that by the end of this week? Before you answer, take a look at the following pictures.





And that's just a small sampling of the disaster my house is currently in. In the midst of finishing my WIP, my hubby and I are preparing our house to go on the market. It's not a for sure thing yet, but we're moving in that direction.


So...still think I can pound out 5k words this week? Here's hoping!