What kind of goofball holds a writing dare the same month as the Olympics? That’s crazy-talk!
A few hundred words tonight, but not nearly enough. The finish line isn’t getting any closer. I’ll consider it a victory to have the 4 new chapters written by the end of the month… but even that scares the crap out of me.
How are the rest of you doing on the dare? Alternately, are you enjoying the Olympics as much as I am?