I really don’t know why I’m having such a hard time finishing this book. Really, it’s not ‘a book’: I’m onto the last 3.25 chapters of three whole books, not just one. (The entire project is sitting at 299,058 words in total as we speak.) Maybe that’s why I’m so tired.
I suppose what will work in the end is getting myself into an angry state of ‘get the fucking thing out of my sight’ and will finish the damn book that way.
To be honest, I think I’ve reached my limit: I don’t have anything else to say.
In a good way, of course. I’ve managed to creatively say every possible thing I could ever want to talk about, or make some metaphor of, and the only downside I can see is that I’ve still got another 3.25 chapters left of material to write.
Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m starting from scratch from any of these remaining chapters. Chapter 9 is already at 5.7k words, and the other 3 are all at least 1k – and most importantly, they have a clear fucking plan.
To sum up my problem in entirety: if my brain was a petrol tank, I am running on the bits of grit and dead twigs at the bottom. The engine is clunking, and everything I’ve tried so far has been a pitiful attempt at solving the problem.
Will have a look through what I wrote at the end of Books 1 and 2 (I complain a lot in my diaries, whenever the hell I get round to actually writing them), and see if there’s anything I can use.