11.3K on the word count to finish the month, and... to just about finish me off. I'm drained. Exhausted. I made sure I ate breakfast this morning, to the point where I went out for that meal. First time in months. I shouldn't have done it: raw expense and time, but... I knew that once I started on the chapter, that was it. No stopping for anything, cooking included.
Because we're in the endgame. Every chapter becomes progressively more terrifying to write. I couldn't give myself any reason to stop, or I might just stay frozen in place. Locked out of the story, because that was safer than continuing.
As is, I suspect the comments are about to explode.
I won't sleep well tonight. I know I just wrote myself into insomnia. But that's just part of it. I can only hope that I brought so many of the threads together. That the readers see, and decide this was the right way...
But I can't control that. I just put it out there, and... everyone else interprets how it went. That's writing.
And life.
See you in August.
Dixie Daley
2021-07-28 01:23:23 +0000 UTC