I'm within five pages of my projected end. I know exactly what is supposed to happen and how it will happen. At long last, a finished draft is so close I can smell it.
But why won't my fingers type anymore??
Been moving at a brisk pace all weekend despite the blistering heat and an air conditioner that doesn't work quite as well as I could have hoped for. I got a solid three hours of writing in this afternoon and I should be happy with the number of pages I finished, but... five more and I'm done. I just want to barrel on and kill this damn thing, but I'm afraid I might be worn out for the night.
The plan is to head to the living room, lay on the couch with a cold beer and try to find something brainless like Cops or Die Hard With A Vengeance to watch. Chill out a bit. Decompress. Recharge.
Then I'm going to end this son of a bitch.
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I hope you went with Die Hard with a Vengeance. I did, and I always do.
Die Hard with a Vengeance it was. Is TNT legally obligated to show that every three days?
I think it's in Bruce Willis' contract that if TNT doesn't, he'll make Armageddon 2.
I'm trying to imagine the plot of Armageddon 2. Like, were they so caught up in taking out that first asteroid that they didn't notice there was a second one behind it, just hidden from sight?
They can fight asteroids in the netherworld! With Marco Polo! Or..um...not....
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