So I've moved on from listening to emo music to listening to Take Me Home, Country Roads on repeat.
Yes, I'm okay.
There's just something about the song that really Roger's my Hammerstein if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I'm close. Like super close. I don't know if this is going to be any good but in the twilight hours of this book I feel like shit.
I'm pretty sure the book is terrible. Loose story, paper thin characters, almost no world building, and uninteresting writing.
In short, I hate it. Actually loathe is a better word. I loathe the fucking thing. I want to projectile vomit every time I think about putting the bow on the box and sticking it under the tree.
That's how I know I'm done. The creative process is done. The cycle is complete. Elation -> Motivation -> Despair -> Discipline -> Emo Music -> John Denver (this is the loathing stage, mostly self but there's enough for outside things too).
I wish I had another ending monologue in me. I don't. I just have John Denver on repeat, a raging migraine, a bunch of stuff at work to do, 2 kids that light my life and me on fire, and a very patient wife. Not exactly sure what I'm going to do with this thing. Do I send it off to publishers? Post it for free? I don't know. Going to post a beta read and hand out some coins on reddit soon but beyond that I have no plans.
Stay tuned. Shit's about to get more exciting than the John Denver experience.