Get out of the way.

Sharpen the pencils.

Clear the desk.

I can feel a writing binge coming on. And about time.

I love the satisfaction of the increasing word count of my manuscript. I take pleasure re-reading what I’ve written and taking out the excess words and tightening the story as if it were a corset.

After all the advice I’ve had from other writers and reading self-help writing books, at the end of the day it is about turning up at the desk, as Hemingway said.

That is exactly what I’m doing. I have one last subject left in my Masters in Writing at UTS where I will work on my book, one-on-one with a mentor.

It is a luxury and I want to make the most of every moment. By the end of June I want to post a huge HOORAY! here.

Losing February will be finished and will need a strong edit. I feel like a writer when I work like this. When I finally decide that there has been enough indecision and waffling about.

Time to sharpen the metaphorical pencil and write.

40,000 words in, 40,000 to go.

Just watch me.

Pic: This remarkable photo was sent to me. Who was the sculptor? I’d like to attribute them.