~ Last year I felt a whole lot more adept with words.
~This year I feel more like a cavewoman, grunting and pointing (and sometimes jumping up and down and waving a club).
~ Last year I was all about the blind, no-questions-asked romance.
~ This year I pushed my way through far too much of the "Fifty Shades of Grey" trilogy to convince myself that blind "romance" was boring; and unrealistic dialogue was, to me, the literary equivalent of an unmedicated root canal. I know I keep picking on this book, but honestly. That's about all I can say about that. I hope to have just an ounce of the success E. L. James has, but without all the drrrrrty.
~ Last year I was just trying to make that 50k word mark in one month.
~ This year I realize I want it to be 50+k words someone else could read without wanting to poke their eyes out at some point.
Always looking for willing readers who want to give feedback of any kind. Who knows? You might end up with a town named after you.....