Dang. Really wanted to have the novel done before September ended. T’was not to be. The novel is taunting me… there are really only a few thousand words between me and “The End” of this story.
Making sure they’re the right (or at least approximately right) words has been the struggle. But I’ll get there… I can feel it. Almost done! Almost done. Gods, so many months of “almost done”… well, no point in lamenting what could’ve been. Have to focus on the now. And now, I have to finish this novel soon if I want to get it out and published in 2023. Which, I assure you, I do.
Lots of things to distract and get in the way. Lots of reasons why it wasn’t finished in September, and very few of those reasons have disappeared. My life from October until mid-January tends to be a long, torturous misery, punctuated by restless nights and increasingly difficult days. But it is what it is, and all that. No point in letting it stop me.
To put it another way: if I didn’t do things because they’re difficult, I wouldn’t do anything.
So! On that cheery note, I’m going to see if I can get a bit of work done before the proverbial excrement hits the rotating air circulation device.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!