Well, I estimated that my novel would be 80,000 words long. I hit the 80,000 within my time schedule, before vacation. As planned.
The story's not finished. And I'm stuck in quagmire up to my earlobes, right at the beginning of The Big Exploding Chapter.
Stuck. Stressed out. Needing to do laundry and pack and deal with all the little irritations nobody really has time for when they're trying to leave town.
Like mice in my pantry.
All that to say...I could use some "positive writing thoughts" today. In a few hours I will have my treasured Writing Time, during which I will either break through or I won't.
And, oh yes. I'm a perfectionist. As in, not finishing before Wednesday=abject failure.
I know, I know. Do the laundry, get your butt out the door, enjoy your vacation. I will! It's just...you know how it is.
*Waiting for the Story Fairy to come finish the climax for me.*