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12 February 2010 @ 04:50 pm
gone mad, back later  

I am for some reason at this very moment feeling as though my life has gone slightly completely fucking mad. It has not. There is absolutely nothing more on my plate now than there was ten minutes ago. I have reached the interminable stage of the book where I have five chapters left and will have five chapters left until I am suddenly done, but that’s not by any realistic terms overwhelming, it’s just what the end of a book looks like to me. I’m more or less over my cold, so I can’t blame the sudden feeling of AGGHGLHGH on stuffiness. I swam today for the first time all week, so it’s not that I’m jonesing for an endorphin rush. My brain has just all of a sudden and for no reason gone BLEEEEE!

*stares at it*

(x-posted from the essential kit)
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
S. L. Grayshadowhwk on February 12th, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
*lectures your brain on behaving*
dancinghorse: angryUFOdancinghorse on February 12th, 2010 04:34 pm (UTC)
Brains do that. Can you go out for a nice walk, or watch a silly movie, or go mess with some photos--any variety of not-writing that will allow the wetware to recharge?
kitmizkit on February 12th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I finished up work for the afternoon and am going off to family dinner soon with the nephews and things, so that should be nice. :) But jeez, dumb brain! BLEE!
dancinghorse: brain bleachdancinghorse on February 12th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
I call it "boiling-brain syndrome." Only useful thing to do at that point is put down the puter mouse and walk away.

It's good you have Stuff to do that's not writing. Otherwise you'll strip your gears trying to make the brain work.
T. Revst_rev on February 12th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
allaboutm_e: Poison Ivyallaboutm_e on February 12th, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
:: blames Mojo and the Mojoverse ::
Brian: panda bouncinglogrusboy on February 12th, 2010 05:42 pm (UTC)
Buck up, little camper. Soon enough you'll hatch another delightful read for all you adoring fans.
blitheringpooksblitheringpooks on February 12th, 2010 07:58 pm (UTC)
There is a football term that describes me nearing the end of a book. In football, it's a penalty.

Half the distance to the goal.

And the thing is, no matter how close to the goal you are--one inch? The penalty can't put you across the line. "Half the distance" again and again and again, without ever crossing the goal.

And that's the end of a book to me, where it's THERE, it's supposed to be close, it IS close, but it's not here. And I keep getting "half the distance to the goal" and it seems that I will never, ever cross the line, no matter how near to it I am.

kitmizkit on February 12th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
I call it the Novelist's Event Horizon.
sammywolsammywol on February 14th, 2010 12:05 pm (UTC)
Welcome to bonkersville! Hugs!