And this is the year that I was able to complete 50,000 words toward a brand new, never-thought-of-before novel.
I don't know whether this extremely embryonic and malformed first draft - more a collection of 100+ pages of scenes and dialogue in absolutely no order and with no shape - will ever become anything other than what it is, however it did help me prove to myself that I have a certain degree of writer's discipline, if not writer's concentration on coherence, quite.
I am eternally, it seems, trying to prove things to myself. I should prove to myself that I can break the habit of proving things to myself....
