I’m flailing around at the end of this draft. I’m in the Novelist’s Event Horizon. The end of the book is the same distance away as it has always been, as it will always be. I have five chapters left. I will have five chapters left until it’s abruptly done, and I won’t know quite how I got there. I’ve written a couple bits which tell me who the bad guy for book two (and possibly beyond) is, but I don’t know how to get to them. I hate this part. I want to pull a blanket over my head and ignore everything for a week.
Unfortunately, that won’t get the book done, nor will it get two short stories done, nor will it get “Easy Pickings” ready to release into the wild, nor will it get my proofs for BABA YAGA’S DAUGHTER done, all of which *should* be done by the 15th.
The book should be done tomorrow, so I can do some kind of hideous hack of an edit on it before sending it to Lulu (by, yes, the 15th) so it’ll get here in time to give my nephew for Christmas.
I’m a bit of a grumpy butt right now. :p Tell me something cheerful?