I decided had the best name for the “reaching the end of this book is like cutting something in half and then again and again but it’s infinite because you can always cut it in half again” syndrome: Novelist’s Event Horizon. I am at the Novelist’s Event Horizon. The end of the book is always going to be three chapters away. Nothing I do will ever change that fact. Eventually Lawrence Fishburne will arrive to lead me through a space-time continuum of Hell, but at the last moment we will be dragged back, kicking and screaming, much like Paris Hilton unto jail, and there will be no escape.
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I know that place!
That’s where I am, too. Any ideas about how to break the cycle sans Lawrence Fishburne? I’m heading over to Tambowrites next to see if she’s got any bright ideas.
EJ
I am intimately acquainted with it. Tequila helps, at least to shut up all the people asking if you’re done yet. Just hand them the bottle and tell them the limes are in the fridge. ;)
You’ll get through it, even if Mr. Fishburne has to kick Mr. Smith in the hoohoo just so you can finish. If I can make to the end, you CERTAINLY can. {{hugg}}
You just keep going, as if the power of the black hole is not going to suck you back in. :)