Gargoyle DED
So The Heart Is Always Right, rough draft, is done. Clocking in at 9.7K (4.5 of that today), it’s okay and the ending is a little choppy but nothing that can’t be fixed now that the story is done and out of my head.
My burning, aching head. AGH.
I was right, in that the story had been on the back burner for a while so it just kind of slid out. On the other hand, OH GOD BRAIN HURT STABBITY.
But now I can feel good about taking Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Boxing Day off. I will be working, mind you, because the machine inside the skull doesn’t turn off ever–but it will be filling-the-well, fiddling-with-plot work on the next YA book–remember that, the 50K squeezed out for NaNo? The Muse remembers that too and wants that finished.
But oh God, not tonight.
The stories may suck, but they’re no longer sucky unfinished stories. And one can always edit.
Now if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to go stick my aching burning head in the snow. I think I can clear a patch large enough to grow crocuses in…
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