Happy First Birthday, Harriet!

The first draft of my novel is complete. It is still an absolute mess, but the ideas are good. I think I can tell this story. The question now becomes how well can I tell this story. I don't know, but I can do better than this. I need to redraw the outline and then I'm going to experiment with a more stylized approach. But that will have to wait until after Lent. I am setting Harriet aside, except for the dull task of typing her, for all of Lent. No new outline. No breaking out storyist. Nothing but my poor, sad, inefficient, typing. She should enjoy a good nap.