Today is Wednesday. No, no, don’t check your calendar. You’re on Thursday, I’m on Wednesday, because I am trying to stay a little ahead in some areas, in case of catastrophe. My stomach has been…disagreeable. I went to the gastroenterologist and our new theory is that the whole shebang is broken, not just the stomach. Nothing is working right, from the esophagus to the intestine. My digestive system’s check engine light has been on for a while, but recently, it began blinking, and now here we are with an endoscopy on Tuesday and a bunch of new medicines at the pharmacy.
We shall wait. We shall see. In the meantime, we shall eat applesauce and dream of cheeseburgers.
And, try to focus on something else. Like work.
So far today I have updated my Patreon and assembled my spring submissions and now I’m here, and hopefully if I don’t run out of steam, I will go crack open the WIP and work on making that “Netflix money.” It’s not coming as smoothly as it was, but I think a lot of that has to do with two things. One, I like a good deadline. NaNo really pushes me in that department, and I deliver. Second, I need recovery time after such a sprint.
But now I’m recovered and ready to get back at it, but I’m stalled, and I think that might be because I am so close to being finished. I’m writing the last third of the book now, and I’m halfway though that. It’s time to say goodbye, including to a few characters that aren’t going to make it to the end scene. This is some heavy stuff for a writer, you see. We both love and loathe killing off our characters, and it is a traumatic experience all around.
And then, the final scene, or the epilogue…haven’t decided which I’m going with…and two little words: the end. And then, it’s over.
The fifteen years that it took me to put this from spark to paper, will be over. Then what?
The most garbage part of the job, the part for which I wish I was wealthy enough to hire someone. I love editing poetry and short pieces, but a whole novel?! I do not know where to start. Look at my novella, still sitting unedited three years after completion. There’s a reason for that, and it’s not procrastination. It just straight up SUCKS to edit a large work. (In my opinion, at least.)
So, that’s really all I have for right now: a broken digestive system and a WIP to struggle. I am hopeful that things improve on both fronts, as I am pretty sick of being pretty sick, and I also want these words out of my fingertips and into my computer.
I don’t think I’m out of steam yet. Let me go open her up. See what happens.
Happy Wednesday. Err…Thursday.