I am so fucking ready for this book to be DONE.
And I have 6,000 of the last 20,000 words in hand….
… in scribbled notes and loose scenes and last night I wrote a really icky drug withdrawal torture scene, and this after I thought I was done writing icky scenes.
I’m thinking that tonight I will just write the last couple thousand words, and then fill in the whole damn middle part between the resurrection and Rhys and Suha and the rest trucking off into the desert to fulfill their part of the Big Plot Tie Up.
So. Fucking. Sickofthisdamnbook.
And then I have to start writing the third one!