I’m sitting in Starbucks, making the most of the fact it’s a Saturday, with the sun shining through the window onto the computer screen, which makes the text harder to see and therefore easier to write.
I didn’t now what to write at first, but it’s going to be another Jazz mystery after all.
Almost 3000 words down. I am NOT, repeat NOT like the NaNo loonies who churn out 10000 words at a sitting. If I get to 5000 I will be over the moon.