Another day, but not another chapter. I have to call it quits for the night. I’m close. I can see the end of it and I know exactly how to get there. Maybe an hour in the morning and I’m golden. That puts me another step closer to the end of this and on to the next project.
I missed Frostpunk for this.
At any rate, I do feel good about being so close to the end of the project. I feel like I am moving faster and better in the word mines, and generating material that doesn’t suck. Part of this is the grad school glow up. I feel like being in these grad classes and excelling (close to a 4.0 depending on the outcome of the summer class where I accidentally missed work) has be remembering that I’m actually good at this. I am, you know, not terrible.
I’ve spent my entire life–50 years–talking about being a writer. Not just middling as I am now, but productive and good. I want to make a splash story. I want to see it optioned for movie rights. I want to ride that wave to do other crossover projects, because I have stories to tell in multiple formats. I want this to be what my life looks like. The teaching, that’s wonderful. However, this is a better third act.
Some Thoughts:
- Oh yeah, if this gets me a better chance of watching my kids play ball, I’m definitely going to force the issue.