Thirty thousand, I adore you.
Forty thousand, I implore you – come soon.
Fifty thousand…adore, implore…so many more….words.
My characters…all they want to do is fool around. What do I do?
I have to let them. But where? Where do they go? Ahhh, teenage dilemas….
And still more fires.
I know. I know. What the heck am I talking about?
All in good time, my friends. All in good time.
Keep writing, folks.
We can do it.