I know it's been a while since I posted, but I was in a slump. So, after allowing a short story out of my head, I'm for the most part all better. Accept for the fact that I'm so worn down from work (not to mention my internal clock is all wonky from Daylight Savings time). Deadline this Thursday - I have the minimum, but I wanted to get to the end of Part II in my novel so bad for this deadline. It's not that I don't want to write (I'm itching to get it out of me), it's just that my body wants to collapse after work and not move. I'll make sure I get some done tonight. I wish I could be as productive during the week as I am on the weekends.

Onto other things. I'm approaching the end of my rough draft! Eek! This is good and bad. Good because I'm so eager to get to the end. Bad because I've built up in my mind what I want the end to be like, and I fear I will fall far short of my ideal (even after revising). I'm just scared when I write it, it'll be horrible. Fortunately, that's not stopping me from getting to the end. *Crosses her fingers that she can finish the rough draft by the last deadline this term, and have the ending almost match what's in her head*

That's all for now. I don't wanna work (I'd rather go home and write). :p