A Twist of Things to Come

Yeah, yeah. Look at me! I just broke 90,000 words on Form and Void! Also, I'm over it. I am so tired of this effing book. I want it to be over, and I'm just not feeling it. But, too freaking bad, because I'm sticking this one out. It may have taken me more than a year and a half to finish this draft by the time I'm done (though I did move house and start home educating my children in there, too), but I'm going to finish the bleeding thing.

Then I'm going to print it, beat it with a stick, and use it to start camp fires. NYAH!

After that, I'll open the file on my computer and revise the damned thing. *shakes fist* But I don't have to LIKE it. *sour face*

Next, I'm going to write a mystery.

You heard me. I've had the idea in the back of my head since I was a teenager, at least, and it's been nipping at my brain for the past week. *Hard.* I've already written out a few scenes as they came to me over the years, so I'm just going to keep doing that as I do the other stuff.

Oh, and I'm still working on HMOWK, but I'm fighting the fact that my brain is more interested in B/X than in Q/O, but I need the Q/O to finish the thing. Meh.

I will make this work. I will. All of it.

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I survived today! For this accomplishment I offer the following acknowledgments:

Special thanks to Cecily (aka narniadear ) for encouraging to write what my brain wants to write as a pause that refreshes from the work on the other. As long as I make my quotas on the main work, I'm golden. Also, for chatting with me about how thin and pitiful David Tennant looks in Single Father, and how we are all clearly meant to want to feed him up and kiss him better.

Also, to hominysnark, for listening to me rant about the article I'm writing on gay characters on daytime TV, and not laughing at me (or, for laughing only when I was trying to be funny, at least).