Two days away from finishing I think. I had the strange feeling today of that momentum carrying me across the finish line, and thinking back on all the times leading up to this where I worried I wouldn’t get here. Not a rational worry—I knew I would. Or…I knew I...

Another day of a decent amount of writing, but nothing gangbusters. Going to bed early tonight tho so I catch my Zs and tomorrow is a badass day. IM SO CLOSE. Night night.

Hit a wall today. A small one. Like…a garden wall, the kind that only go waist high. I still wrote 12 pages on the day, so only three short, but I got zonked. In bed early enough to read about pirates, though, which is what I’m off to do. Good night.