From the Trenches: The Final Push

Y’all, I feel behind on life right now.  There are two baskets of laundry from last weekend that still haven’t been put away.  I’ve left dishes in the sink for two days.  The rest of my kitchen is a disaster.  I don’t know when I last planned a menu and organized my Pots and Plots posts for the week.  I haven’t done a regular lunch time workout in…who knows how long.  I haven’t been sticking to my calorie budget (though I have, thankfully, been maintaining rather than gaining).  I feel like in the last month I’ve let everything slide to finish the damn book.  Which is something of an irony given that such behavior is exactly why I tend to NOT be in favor of NaNo.

I need to dig out.  Catch up.

After I finish the book.

I’m through the funeral.  Thank God.  I’ve spent most of the week feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck.  As I tend to be very…not weepy and emotional at ALL in real life, my husband is somewhat baffled by days of tears and upset over killing off someone who came out of my brain.  I’m sure there’s a lesson in there about sublimation and catharsis or something, but whatever.

I am on to the set up for the ass kicking to come and should finish DOTH sometime next week.  Yay!  And then it’s off to revisit Riven for the remainder of the year, hopefully getting through Act 2 and into Act 3, while finishing the plotting out of the first book in my latest Super Seekrit Project.  I seem to have had a lot of those this year.  This one was dreamed up earlier in the year, I’ve just made the decision to actually proceed with it in 2013 while I’m waiting to hear what The Powers That Be in New York have to say about DOTH.  I’m not sure I could get further from DOTH if I tried, and after a YEAR on this book, I think that will be a very very good thing for my brain.

2 thoughts on “From the Trenches: The Final Push

  1. I’m so glad you wrote this…now I won’t feel like such a weirdo the first time I kill off someone I actually like. Hope things get easier on you now that you’re past the funeral…

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