It dawned on me this morning, after writing yesterday’s sad sack post, that *this book* might be perpetuating the downer days.
And so I shall finish it, slap together an ending. (I only had two or three potential chapters left to write anyway), and run (not walk) away from this story.
Then in a month I can come back to it, tell the same plot (it’s a good plot!) but with different characters and the little helium balloon of this story can rise again.
Meanwhile, I’m slapping it together and racing away from it.
Then I’ll see how I feel.
Wish me luck.
