I feel pressured to plot faster and faster so I can get the ending out. I am really worried the ending will be anti-climactic if I push too much. That's what happened in the first draft, and I am wary not to make the same mistake. This is, in a sense, a big revision after all. This draft is stronger in every aspect than the first, and I can't ruin it by screwing up the climax.
I wrote maybe 800 words today before feeling like brain matter was leaking out through my ears. I, the one who does not get headaches, have been getting chronic headaches lately. Sure, I got a lot done, but I'm not sure I want to sacrifice my sanity for a deadline. Plus, one day won't hurt. Tomorrow, my dad and I are going to Chicago because we are bored as all hell in Central Illinois. I will have all the time in the car to plot--slowly and without distractions.
Today, I watched Star Trek at the dollar theater with my friends. Now, I can see the necessity of a Star Trek poster in our room next year. I also understand why my roommate has a love affair with Spock. He's one smokin' Vulcan.
Have a nice weekend everybody. I hope tomorrow gives my eyes and head a break. I don't like taking painkillers.