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This is the scene that never ends. Yes it goes on and on my friends... No, but I'm within about four scenes of finishing this book and the confrontation scene is going to be the longest and most difficult and I'm really scared to write it but I'm so close to done and aaaargh. I can feel my brain seizing on every excuse not to finish it. I hate this part.
Tomorrows going to be interesting. The more I think about it the less I want to have said yes but I really do need to do the dedicated practice, keep in the habit, and really nobody else has shown up for the last three saturdays as far as I can tell. Or further back than that. Most people haven't shown up for any classes for a couple of months now except me and the teachers, and the one who does usually comes on Wednesdays. Plus, you know how to move a body, you know how to describe a body moving to people, you'll slow it down and you'll be fine. Calm down, self.
(I will not calm down until I am at the store setting up the new computer. It's just not going to happen.)
But I will have a new computer. This makes me glad. I really might have figured out how to do the Patreon thing best for me, which also makes me glad. I have money for the lawyer and have paid bills for the month (I'm brooooooke she whined having paid all bills including credit cards and with a little bit of money left over and another paycheck coming that only mostly goes to mortgage so not that broke but still) and all in all things are going on an even keel. Which is good. I only have the one reason to be nervous.
And as of about 12.45 in the goddamn morning, powered by sunkist wedges and pizza rolls because the last chunk of a novel draft is usually powered by junk food, I finished the fucking thing! I think it might actually be 100k words by the time it's done. Oops. And now my brain very sleepily wants to go on to the fifty thousand other projects and no. Shut up brain. First we sleep. Then we do Starlight. Then once we're caught up on Starlight THEN we can figure out the fifty fucking thousand other fucking projects.
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Tomorrows going to be interesting. The more I think about it the less I want to have said yes but I really do need to do the dedicated practice, keep in the habit, and really nobody else has shown up for the last three saturdays as far as I can tell. Or further back than that. Most people haven't shown up for any classes for a couple of months now except me and the teachers, and the one who does usually comes on Wednesdays. Plus, you know how to move a body, you know how to describe a body moving to people, you'll slow it down and you'll be fine. Calm down, self.
(I will not calm down until I am at the store setting up the new computer. It's just not going to happen.)
But I will have a new computer. This makes me glad. I really might have figured out how to do the Patreon thing best for me, which also makes me glad. I have money for the lawyer and have paid bills for the month (I'm brooooooke she whined having paid all bills including credit cards and with a little bit of money left over and another paycheck coming that only mostly goes to mortgage so not that broke but still) and all in all things are going on an even keel. Which is good. I only have the one reason to be nervous.
And as of about 12.45 in the goddamn morning, powered by sunkist wedges and pizza rolls because the last chunk of a novel draft is usually powered by junk food, I finished the fucking thing! I think it might actually be 100k words by the time it's done. Oops. And now my brain very sleepily wants to go on to the fifty thousand other projects and no. Shut up brain. First we sleep. Then we do Starlight. Then once we're caught up on Starlight THEN we can figure out the fifty fucking thousand other fucking projects.
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.