Last time I talked about my writing, I was complaining about the difficulty of writing any kind of steamy scene with children running around. My own are bad enough but other people's kids at the library were even more of a deterrent.
I found a solution, of sorts. I found myself a local fast food restaurant (which, thankfully, wasn't that busy), got myself a light meal and then proceeded to hog a table in the corner for more than two hours.
I got my critical scenes nailed down (and before you get annoyed at the pun, there's almost no metaphor I could use which wouldn't have a nudge-nudge, wink-wink factor). Which means I can move back to the library while Alex has his speech therapy camp. It also means I'm closer to three-quarters than two-thirds done for my first draft.
Fingers crossed but maybe I can have it ready for revisions by the time September rolls around.
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