I’m back to working on my book again (and again). My Overwatch spell has been broken. By what, I’m not sure. The long work week going into the long holiday weekend probably had something to do with it. When I got home and logged on to the game I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and logged out again. No biggie. Life, as always, goes on.
At my current rate, I should finish my haunted house book before the aliens invade in 2029. If I hurry, I can probably release it that spring before they do too much damage to our civilization.
In all seriousness, I’m probably about halfway through. It feels like the story has hit its halfway point. In that neighborhood. I’m finally getting that urge to just finish it. Whether or not it’s perfect or I self-pub doesn’t really matter anymore. I just want to finish it so I can say, “About fuckin’ time.” Plus I already know what I want to work on for my second book, but I won’t let myself start that project before I finish this one.
Please stay safe out there, folks. America is getting crazy, and I think it’s going to get a little worse before it gets better.