This is kind of a mix of grumpy and happy, but since the grumpy thread was getting ahead I decided to post here. (heh, internal rhyme. I'm good, baby!)
So I haven't been feeling well lately, which is bad. But the good news is that since I can't go out much I've been writing a ton. To the point of being entirely too obsessed with my characters. But I am going to finish part one of my ridiculously long and complicated first novel before the year is over if it's the last thing I do!!!
But, if I die, let if be known here that I want my laptop to be burned. I'd rather no one read my story unfinished and think I'm insane, since a lot of the redemption will come in the second half.
Even if I finish this stinking novel, I think I'm going to have to burn it. It is far too revealing of my weaknesses and neuroses. And much too dark. But if I get it out of my system, I can move on to something more pleasant. Like a story about a happy little elf...