My brain’s tired. Holding this jigsaw together in my mind is hard. I just hit 300 pages on the rewrite, and I’ve got 9 more chapters of stuff that’s actually written to rewrite, plus the whole other plotline I’m putting in, and while I’ve hit a kind of critical mass, my brain is /still/ tired. I feel like my head is floating around with all the pieces of the story as the helium to keep it up.
I didn’t order pizza, though.
ytd wordcount: 231,100
miles to Lothlorien: 249
> I didn’t order pizza, though.
Such strength! Such fortitude! :)