I sat in starbucks toady with chapter 4 in front of me. Already started, planed in rough. I got up and left, warm tea tasted, enjoyed, unfinished, Powerfully Metaphorical.
I think I’m starting to get fatigued. I’m basically not thinking about anything else and haven’t done for the last few weeks. Even when I’m doing other things I’m thinking about it.
I think I might write and submit something to theescapist.com. Yes, the Yahtzee one. They have what is called a “fiction issue” in their editorial calendar. Something to do with gaming but, I presume, not fan-fiction.
It should be fun, and I can get back to the book afterwards with renewed vigour.
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