*Read with Scottish accent* “It was a dark and stormy night when a cry was heard across the moor. It was a baby boy! He was big, strong and looked like a cow. Farmer McGorg had finally birthed his first calf and was on the way to creating a herd.”
No that isn’t what I’m writing but I thought it would be funny. Anyway National Novel Writing Month is upon me. The re-write of the Mysterious Prince is underway. 50,000 words, here I come!!
This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*