Halfway there!!!

Bloody hell - just realised that I am halfway there to completing my first novel. Still a long way to go but I'm quite proud of that. Also just two thousand words from officially having a novel length story (40,000 words). Whilst it's quality of writing and not quantity of words I'm still using this as an indicator.

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  1. shaun Adams19 July 2013 at 23:15

    More power to your arm then my friend. I'll be waiting, ready to buy this novel when you complete it.

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  2. Phil Sloman19 July 2013 at 23:23

    Thanks Shaun! How's your writing going sir?

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    1. shaun Adams19 July 2013 at 23:31

      I recently came third place in a contest hosted by Dark Futures (details on my blog) and, hot off the press, I've been asked to contribute to an anthology. Plus I'm working on a novella.

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  3. Phil Sloman19 July 2013 at 23:37

    Excellent stuff Shaun!!! Third place is a great achievement and congrats on the invite to contribute for an anthology. Give me a shout when the novella is down so I know when I can get a copy. :-)

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  4. shaun Adams20 July 2013 at 00:01

    I will, it's good to communicate, I've been off the radar for to long.

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