Anxious today.
I really, really want to finish this book. It’s fighting me hard. I took a day off today because I think I needed it…but it made me anxious anyway, sitting around and/or doing stuff that wasn’t finishing that book.
I’m going to work on it tomorrow.
It’s close. Truly. So close.
The sequence of scenes I’m on right now aren’t working. I think. Which means they aren’t. There is stuff I think I need to tweak earlier in the story, for sure, that’s part of it, I think. But, mostly, I’m just trying to do too much in these scenes. Too much in too small of a space, and that’s death. And stressful to know that in my gut.
Le sigh.
Tomorrow, I’m back to the keyboard. Wish me luck!