It’s the penultimate week of my 14-week novel writing challenge, and my inner monologue currently consists of this: noooooooooo! Nothing’s working. Nothing’s coming together. Trying to make myself put words on the page is like 10-year-old me attempting to do Maths homework as the Little House on the Prairie TV theme strikes up in the other room. Man, I loved… Read More Unwise writer, week 13: are we there yet?