Day Twenty Four

Word Count: 42,393

I’m creeping forward, word by word. Sometimes it’s like pulling teeth, and just as painful.

‘A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction,’ said Virginia Woolf. I’ve got the room, what I need now is enough money to give up work and concentrate on writing.

Actually, what I really need is a rich benefactor.

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