Oh, man. Am I at THAT scene already?
Oh, man.
It took me, like, half an hour to revise the first scene in Chapter Thirty Eight, and then four hours to freak out and lament and bang my head on the proverbial piano after realizing that the climax had arrived and I am Not.Ready.
I mean, I KNEW where the climax WAS... I just... didn't... think about it? I guess I told myself I had some buffer of time before I had to face that challenge... or maybe I didn't realize/remember what a challenge it would be? Or maybe I'm just freaking out because I'm getting so close to the end of this project to which I have devoted such a huge chunk of my life... *shudder*.
Anyway, page count will stall again while I apply mental elbow grease to the dialog in this scene... because really what the characters say in this scene are pivotal to the whole kit and kaboodle, so it has to be Just So...
Meanwhile, I smoked like a chimney last night and incurred the wrath of my darling husband. But whatever.
Like sands through the hour glass... so are the days of our writing lives...
(I promise, the dialog will be less cheesy than THAT. I just need more coffee...)
It took me, like, half an hour to revise the first scene in Chapter Thirty Eight, and then four hours to freak out and lament and bang my head on the proverbial piano after realizing that the climax had arrived and I am Not.Ready.
I mean, I KNEW where the climax WAS... I just... didn't... think about it? I guess I told myself I had some buffer of time before I had to face that challenge... or maybe I didn't realize/remember what a challenge it would be? Or maybe I'm just freaking out because I'm getting so close to the end of this project to which I have devoted such a huge chunk of my life... *shudder*.
Anyway, page count will stall again while I apply mental elbow grease to the dialog in this scene... because really what the characters say in this scene are pivotal to the whole kit and kaboodle, so it has to be Just So...
Meanwhile, I smoked like a chimney last night and incurred the wrath of my darling husband. But whatever.
Like sands through the hour glass... so are the days of our writing lives...
(I promise, the dialog will be less cheesy than THAT. I just need more coffee...)