Mr. sunshine on my god damn shoulders, John Denver

So I've moved on from listening to emo music to listening to Take Me Home, Country Roads on repeat.

Yes, I'm okay.

I swear.

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.