I wrote a novel. This is probably just evidence that there’s something skewed about my perception of “vacation.” I was supposed to go to the Iowa Summer Writers Conference for my vacation, but alas, flooding in Iowa City killed that. So, what did I do?
I went to my sister’s house in lovely Wichita, KS, for two weeks and wrote a novel. Obviously, the book still needs a little work, but the bare bones of it are there, about 60,000 words of it.
Unlike my friend Lisa, I don’t even have the sense to write a novel that would give me an excuse to go to some exotic locale for “research.” Oh no, not me. I spent two weeks in Kansas, writing a novel that takes place mostly in rural Oklahoma and Texas.
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