Under any other circumstances, in any other world, a 2600 word writing day would be _perfectly respectable_. *More* than respectable. And instead, what am I doing? I’m taking a fifteen minute break and going back to work again.
I have this fear that when I finally do finish this last push, I’m not going to know how to stop. It’s hard enough to stop my brain from thinking things like, well, if I made a really hard push in August, I could probably get TRUTHSEEKER written by early September… which is…neither necessary nor sane. I have a crapload of minor tasks that need to be dealt with in August, which, if I can get them done, would be *quite enough*. But man, my brain really doesn’t believe that. It’s like a zombie of the Energizer bunny. It’s long since dead, it just doesn’t know it yet.
Back on my head. *sigh*
eta: 3900 words, and 70K on the book. It’ll have to do.
ytd wordcount: 277,900(x-posted from the essential kit)