It's a chapter that promises to drip with sadness.
I am on the last chapter before the Big Reveal. I can't believe I've got this far so quickly! I thought the second draft would take much longer - I thought the Male Character Edit (as I've come to think of it) would take much longer too. But suddenly I'm on Chapter 33, a chapter I haven't written before so will be fresh fresh fresh. It's a short chapter too and then, suddenly, it's the Big Reveal. All the clichés apply: but a light at the end of the tunnel is the one that comes to mind most. I actually feel excited - do people get excited about writing? It's Sunday but I set my alarm for seven and then woke up at six and waited and waited and waited for it to go off (too cold to actually GET UP and get going.....)(and there was always the hope I'd catch another few winks). But I'm here. I'm sitting at my desk. Trying not to drink coffee as it has been making feel mighty spacey recently. Promising myself not to spend half an hour scrolling down on all the crap on Facebook.
It's a chapter that promises to drip with sadness.
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