The most exciting part about writing: The End.
So yeah, since I have nothing important to say to you all, other than that I have been studiously reading, doing LSAT problems, hanging out way too long at Borders, drinking more much coffee than is acceptable for summertime, and generally loitering around my house and burning things on the stove, I will blog about this.
I am, as it is, writing The End for Three. I know, nobody cares except my fannish readers (and I know some of you creep on my blog even though you never comment because I am all-knowing* - you are allowed to comment, by the way, I love you readers). But it is so exciting to write the end of something, and I feel the obligatory need to do a post on it, just because most people do a post when they finish something, and I rarely finish things worth posting about. I value everything I write, because it is all part of the process of improving and learning what works best.
I am so excited that I can't even sit still long enough to actually write it. I sent this email to my writerly buddy who has seen me through nearly six months and 50,000 words of this fic:
"I am writing the last scene of Part Three. SO CLOSE. I AM ALMOST THERE. I feel like I've been giving birth and the baby has finally crowned."
Not asking you to celebrate with me or anything, because it's not like this fic is going to get extensive editing, but it has been doing a great job in getting me back to writing. I love summer and the ridiculous amount of time you can spend procrastinating but still end up writing more than you do during the year.
In other news, I think I forgot to blog about this a while back, but a squirrel attacked my leg (unprovoked), thus ending my love affair for chasing small, furry animals whenever I see them.
Tell me a funny story. About writing, being attacked by rodents, or otherwise.
Do not, I REPEAT, do not google-image "squirrel," because you'll get a picture of a man with a skinned squirrel in a pan with squirrel pie next to it. This picture was SO not worth it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
*AKA I have StatCounter.