Curled up in the dark of my bedroom at the apartment with a mug of Earl Grey on the edge of my desk, film scores playing through my headphones, and the words are coming fast. Faster than they have in a while.
This part of the story is almost over.
I don’t like ending. I’m not a fan of goodbyes. And this is the last time I’ll write for this character, this particular piece of my heart.
I started NaNoWriMo with one book, one that I needed to finish, and I’ll be ending with another.
Saying goodbye to characters is better, I guess, than saying goodbye to real people. At least they’re still in my head. Real people are just gone. They completely cease to exist.
i need to go to sleep.
i promise i’ll write something better tomorrow.