It’s still November and I’m still writing. Closing in on my doubled goal of 100,000 words to try and get half of this novel rewritten this month. Not sure if I’ll have any momentum left to finish it, but, hey, weirder things have happened.
In the meantime, the World Cup has started and, with it, one of the very few occasions I suddenly find myself actively caring about sports. There’s the whole Qatar and Fifa of it all, which makes enjoying it without reservations very difficult without caveats about human rights and corruption, but the actual football is pretty great. Well, minus that one ref who basically stole the game from Ghana and gave it to Portugal.
But yes, back to the word mines for me. See you in December.