Editing was going very slowly. I was taking it easy and not working very hard.
Suddenly a lot of things started competing for time in my brain, and a lot of serious decisions and events that affect my future loomed over the horizon. And the only thing I could have much immediate impact on was the novel.
And now I’m in the ‘I want it DONE’ space. I don’t hate it. I don’t love it. It simply needs to get finished, as soon as possible. It is a mountain and I must shovel.
I remember this from the Shadows on the Mirror days. I’ve been expecting it for a long time now. Though I didn’t remember the way I sleep, the way the rest of the world is a cold, glaring annoyance. Those parts aren’t so good.
