Being done with the book is confusing. I got up around 6:15 this morning and didn’t know what to do with myself. (I figured it out; I played City of Heroes for a little while.) My intention is to read some books. Of course, that lead to volunteering to read papersky’s book she just finished (she started writing it April 28th and finished this morning!), and I’m reading Sarah’s WiP. I’m not *exactly* sure that’s what I’d been thinking of when I determined I was going to read some books, but hey. :) And my brain won’t let writing go; I more or less woke up thinking about how to rewrite the chapters in Heart of Stone from how they are to how they ought to be. I think I need to give Alban a piece of information he doesn’t have yet, because without that piece of information there’s no way to move into how it ought to be. I should… *looks around* I should print out what I’ve got rewritten and look over it, shouldn’t I.
I’m rambly. My mind is still in some kind of weird zoned out place that has a lot to do with putting words on a page and not nearly as much to do with reality.
Ted made shrimp & steaks for dinner last night, and Shaun’s parents and my parents came over to eat. It was wonderfully good. How spoiled I am. :)
Still so very tired.
And this is how you know you’re a writer. When your brain is achy and tired and you *still* want to write, you’re a writer.