It's never going to end. Never. I'm going to keep re-writing the last chapter until I die.
I did figure out the other guy's actual motivation, though. And it only means re-writing tiny pieces of half the scenes he's in. (turns out it's not that he's been reticent and too careful: he's picked up on a lot of high-maintenance, delicate, nutjobs in the past. This so works because it makes a lot more sense for him to be ambivalent about an apparent fragile nutjob, drawn to the person even as he recognizes what a morass he may be heading into)
Since I have so much I already know about the second draft, maybe I could just go do that and finish the last chapter when I get there again? Does that ever work?
On another front: as of today, I have lost 7% of my starting weight -- 25% of the total weight I intend to lose. At which point I will still be at least forty pounds over what they tell you one ought to weigh at my height, which is actually more of a lowth.
On still another front, today I witnessed a six-month-old baby lying on his back on the floor, inchworm his way backwards across the room -- swiftly -- I don't know if I can give a proper description. He would arch his belly till he was supporting himself on his shoulders and toes, scrunch up, and flop down again, having pushed himself a few inches headwards. All the time guffawing. Occasionally flapping his arms. This baby guffaws a lot. I guess you can see why.
I did figure out the other guy's actual motivation, though. And it only means re-writing tiny pieces of half the scenes he's in. (turns out it's not that he's been reticent and too careful: he's picked up on a lot of high-maintenance, delicate, nutjobs in the past. This so works because it makes a lot more sense for him to be ambivalent about an apparent fragile nutjob, drawn to the person even as he recognizes what a morass he may be heading into)
Since I have so much I already know about the second draft, maybe I could just go do that and finish the last chapter when I get there again? Does that ever work?
On another front: as of today, I have lost 7% of my starting weight -- 25% of the total weight I intend to lose. At which point I will still be at least forty pounds over what they tell you one ought to weigh at my height, which is actually more of a lowth.
On still another front, today I witnessed a six-month-old baby lying on his back on the floor, inchworm his way backwards across the room -- swiftly -- I don't know if I can give a proper description. He would arch his belly till he was supporting himself on his shoulders and toes, scrunch up, and flop down again, having pushed himself a few inches headwards. All the time guffawing. Occasionally flapping his arms. This baby guffaws a lot. I guess you can see why.
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