I definitely feel a draft, and not just the one from the a/c. By the end of July, the first drafts of two stories should – fingers crossed! – give me more chills than the Key Lime Pie ice cream I like too much.
Welcome to Camp Draft!
Where:
* I will dive into my novella, featuring a cursed island.
* I will most likely get car sick writing about a road trip gone very, very wrong.
* And I might dabble with a drabble.
Also, here at Camp Draft:
* The only counselors look a lot like tortoises.
* The only activities are jumping over plot holes and napping.
* My bunkmates are kid characters who are way braver than I am.
* And the s’mores look – and taste - like cake.
Here I go!
