So the time has come, i have been working on my novel for nearly a year, im through 8 of ten chapters on the first draft, and ran out of gas 3 or 4 months ago, i reached "That point" of the book (Neil Gaiman) where it all starts to read like tripe, and i cant imagine anyone could possibly want to read it .. apparently, according to Neil Gaiman, that is not only a good thing, it means im almost done.
As i predicted, i hummed, and hawwed, and worried about lighting , and moaned about blocks of time, and pissed about uninterrupted work flow.. but here i am , last day, i am making the final push to plow through the word count, editing will take care of the rest, i will start in a few minutes the process of filling out the remaining 10k words ish of the book, and turn it into a Juggernaut of literature AFTER...
The story is good, the premise is good, the story till i reached "that part" was great, so im going to suck it in... turn my body sideways and slide through ... hoping not to knock anything over.
see you on the other side, ill post when its done. :)
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