From my novel-in-progress: “But daggers aren’t sharp when they’re inside out.”
I think this is going to be my favorite sentence from this book.
That feeling when you have less than a hundred words until you reach a big milestone in your novel-in-progress, but your brain turns into a cat with its ears flattened who refuses to look at you or your manuscript.
That feeling when the gravity at the end of the book you’re writing starts pulling you in…